Boeijen Frank
A Summer at the End of the Twentieth Century
Holland Is Free
An old woman is sitting in the park
Next to her on the bench is a newspaper
The tears in her eyes shine at me
Thoughts of that time in her head
She talks to herself
In a language I don't understand
I'm from Poland she says
When I ask about it
But Holland is good
Holland is better
Holland is good
Holland is clean
Holland is free
She thinks about the village the place of her childhood
Until the war started
No one returned from the train to the end
She said goodbye to her family at the station
She was saved by a miracle< br/>From the camps of the Germans
But at night in her dreams
She sees that Devil again
But Holland can't do anything about that
Holland is better
Holland is good
Holland is clean
Holland is free
A young man is sitting in the park
He is reading the headlines of the newspaper
Somewhere in Breda an old man is waiting
Maybe this time they will let him go
The past never returns
There is no forgiveness for
What he did
When he stands by her bed at night
But Holland is good
Holland is better
Holland is good
Holland is clean
Holland is free

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