"black friday flight deals, cheap flights to a historic city..."
On Wenceslas Square, Miroslav watches
The ATMs sputter and die
While Zdeňka's savings disappear into air
"Your transaction cannot be processed" they lie
By sunset, the Sparkasse windows shatter
They're burning tires on Národní Street
The smoke is thick as evening prayer
"Four days in prague... society's gone undone,
Four days in Prague, now I wish I'd stayed at home!
Old Yasemin from the corner shop
Gave away her last loaf and disappeared
While riot shields march up the square
Radek sprays in red across the metro wall:
"THE RICH HAVE FLED, WHY CAN'T WE?"
Four days in Prague - I saw a man steal someone's bread
Four days in Prague - dead bodies inside my head
Through Žižkov's streets, grandmother Dragomira
Pulls her cart past ransacked shops
"Just like '68," she whispers, "but worse"
Four days in Prague - we're walking out with nothing
Four days in Prague - just searching where food might be coming
The Romani families from Smíchov
Share their last potatoes in the park
Till someone whispers "They're hoarding food!"
And darkness swallows every heart
The food trucks stopped at Karlín
The farms are stripped to dirt
And Jakub's phone still shows his wealth
In numbers that won't work
Ahmed's halal shop is burning now
They blame the foreigners first
Little Karel hasn't eaten since Tuesday
His mother breaks into the zoo
They say the lions got out yesterday
But hunger is the wildest beast they say
The parliament's a smoking shell
The hospitals can't take anymore
Světlana holds her insulin
That won't last without the power
And in the castle's shadow
We're all just running scared
No backup plan, no safety net
Just desperation in the air
Four days in Prague, but now we have to leave the city
Four days in Prague, or it's not going to be pretty
In the quiet of the Vltava
The swans still glide downstream
Past the bodies in the water
Past the city's broken dreams
While Tomas counts his bullets
And wishes they were bread
While Tomas counts his bullets
And wishes they were bread
Prague City Break Video (MV)
Ale Canque - Prague City Break Lyrics
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English
"black friday flight deals, cheap flights to a historic city..."
On Wenceslas Square, Miroslav watches
The ATMs sputter and die
While Zdeňka's savings disappear into air
"Your transaction cannot be processed" they lie
By sunset, the Sparkasse windows shatter
They're burning tires on Národní Street
The smoke is thick as evening prayer
"Four days in prague... society's gone undone,
Four days in Prague, now I wish I'd stayed at home!
Old Yasemin from the corner shop
Gave away her last loaf and disappeared
While riot shields march up the square
Radek sprays in red across the metro wall:
"THE RICH HAVE FLED, WHY CAN'T WE?"
Four days in Prague - I saw a man steal someone's bread
Four days in Prague - dead bodies inside my head
Through Žižkov's streets, grandmother Dragomira
Pulls her cart past ransacked shops
"Just like '68," she whispers, "but worse"
Four days in Prague - we're walking out with nothing
Four days in Prague - just searching where food might be coming
The Romani families from Smíchov
Share their last potatoes in the park
Till someone whispers "They're hoarding food!"
And darkness swallows every heart
The food trucks stopped at Karlín
The farms are stripped to dirt
And Jakub's phone still shows his wealth
In numbers that won't work
Ahmed's halal shop is burning now
They blame the foreigners first
Little Karel hasn't eaten since Tuesday
His mother breaks into the zoo
They say the lions got out yesterday
But hunger is the wildest beast they say
The parliament's a smoking shell
The hospitals can't take anymore
Světlana holds her insulin
That won't last without the power
And in the castle's shadow
We're all just running scared
No backup plan, no safety net
Just desperation in the air
Four days in Prague, but now we have to leave the city
Four days in Prague, or it's not going to be pretty
In the quiet of the Vltava
The swans still glide downstream
Past the bodies in the water
Past the city's broken dreams
While Tomas counts his bullets
And wishes they were bread
While Tomas counts his bullets
And wishes they were bread
On Wenceslas Square, Miroslav watches
The ATMs sputter and die
While Zdeňka's savings disappear into air
"Your transaction cannot be processed" they lie
By sunset, the Sparkasse windows shatter
They're burning tires on Národní Street
The smoke is thick as evening prayer
"Four days in prague... society's gone undone,
Four days in Prague, now I wish I'd stayed at home!
Old Yasemin from the corner shop
Gave away her last loaf and disappeared
While riot shields march up the square
Radek sprays in red across the metro wall:
"THE RICH HAVE FLED, WHY CAN'T WE?"
Four days in Prague - I saw a man steal someone's bread
Four days in Prague - dead bodies inside my head
Through Žižkov's streets, grandmother Dragomira
Pulls her cart past ransacked shops
"Just like '68," she whispers, "but worse"
Four days in Prague - we're walking out with nothing
Four days in Prague - just searching where food might be coming
The Romani families from Smíchov
Share their last potatoes in the park
Till someone whispers "They're hoarding food!"
And darkness swallows every heart
The food trucks stopped at Karlín
The farms are stripped to dirt
And Jakub's phone still shows his wealth
In numbers that won't work
Ahmed's halal shop is burning now
They blame the foreigners first
Little Karel hasn't eaten since Tuesday
His mother breaks into the zoo
They say the lions got out yesterday
But hunger is the wildest beast they say
The parliament's a smoking shell
The hospitals can't take anymore
Světlana holds her insulin
That won't last without the power
And in the castle's shadow
We're all just running scared
No backup plan, no safety net
Just desperation in the air
Four days in Prague, but now we have to leave the city
Four days in Prague, or it's not going to be pretty
In the quiet of the Vltava
The swans still glide downstream
Past the bodies in the water
Past the city's broken dreams
While Tomas counts his bullets
And wishes they were bread
While Tomas counts his bullets
And wishes they were bread
Writer: Alejandro Fernandez
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid