Boeijen Frank
A Summer at the End of the Twentieth Century
Slaves of Love
I walk alone
I walk alone in the street
Look at them together
/>They love each other so much
Once I was
Once I was one of them
Then she passed away
And now I have a heart of stone
Because of that slaves of love
Fools of love
Slaves of love
By those slaves of love
Fools of love
Slaves of love
I am alone
Alone but not lonely
I'm a journalist
And that's a good job
Sometimes I'm scared, sometimes I'm scared
Woke up from my sleep
NIt's like that again a fool
Through how many hands has she passed
The hands of slaves of love
Fools of love
Slaves of love
The hands of slaves of love
Fools of love
Slaves of love
I have no pride
I have no heart
And be careful
I write for the newspaper
And you< br/>You who now lie next to me
You must go
Tell me what the bill is
Slaves of love
Fools of love
Slaves of love
Slaves of Love
Fools of Love
Slaves of Love