Rain Falls Down in Amsterdam Songtext
von Eric Andersen

The rain falls down in Amsterdam
The streets are wet and black

Midnight′s like November
By the glow of a cigarette
The girls on hash in Station Square
Looking stupid from the drugs
When Marlena heard the boots march
There were reasons to be dumb
Shiny helmets in the shadows
Those trains that left at night
Those hiding in the cellars
Those eyes afraid of light

Something 'neath the borders
Poured poison in the well
The creature has unquelled
And is crawling up from hell


Here comes 1914, 1932
Those cattle cars and yellow stars
It′s right back to the roots
It's moving in the open
With a snarl and a growl
The cages have been broken
And the beast is on the prowl

Firebomb those houses
Burn those refugees

Be the crowd and do your work
Applauding silently
Round up all the Gypsies
Go sell them on the trains

Can't you smell the smoke now
Drifting through the rain?
Jews better draw your curtains
You better lock your doors up tight
They′re snarling up in Rostock
In the beer-hall belly nights
The Fourth Reich′s coming, baby
They're writing out the page
In Rome, Berlin and Stockholm
Yeah, the beast has left the cage


Here comes 1932, here comes déjà vu
Those cattle cars and yellow stars
Was there someone that you knew?
It′s right there in the open
Something's smelling bad
The cages have been broken
And the beast is running mad

Those canals and cozy houses
Those reflections in the lights
You can almost feel it moving
The monster in the night

It′s looking with its yellow eyes
It's out to settle scores

In the dim medieval distance
Feel it breathing down your pores
In Salt Lake and in Rio
Yeah, the beast can smell the flames
It′s a faxing hate out in Marseille
Typing out your name
You can hear the windows shatter
As the time is drawing near
The Kristallnacht's come to town
Welcome back to the House of Mirrors

The fire and the armbands
And the iron-armed salutes
Pointing to the scapegoats
"Is it me or was it you?"
It's right there in the open

Don′t just stand there hoping
The leashes have been broken
And the dogs are on the loose

Now I have been here thinking
How lucky I have been
I never touched the barbed wire
Never saw the monkey grin
No rifle ever smashed my face
No bare electric shock
But I′ll confess a thought
I know who I am and who I'm not

To see retired killers
Is to see the lying young
The skinheads do the dirty work
For the cloak and dagger pawns
The dark hours will be waiting there
When the borders, they are crossed
So keep your filthy swastikas
And shove your iron cross

Here comes 1914, 1932
Those cattle cars and yellow stars
It′s right back to the roots
It's out there in the open
It′s crawling, on the move
The cages have been broken
And the beast is on the loose

Can't you smell the blood now?
Can′t you smell the truth?
Oh, the rain falls down in Amsterdam
The rain falls down in Amsterdam
Oh, the rain falls down in Amsterdam
Yeah, the rain falls down in Amsterdam