From the album ‘The Man On Your Street‘ (1982).
Lyrics
We wait together
Inside history
In this drama written for lovers
We can only believe
It may just be the fear we feel
Under this thin cover
But we rejoice in just being alive
For we may never see another
March in Turin
Where lovers can win
March in Turin
We watch the marble
By the embassy door
And before the heat of April
There’ll be blood on that floor
It makes us tremble just a little
To do the people’s will
The calendar on the cafe wall
Tells us endlessly it’s still
March in Turin
Where lovers can win
March in Turin
Only in strange times and places
The powerful unfasten their veils
Bearing the hate in their faces
Desperate, childlike and pale
We’ve been behind shutters
Going on twenty days
You returned from your contact
With the whiteness all burned from your face
A message came from Munich saying
The deadline’s put back
Here in this bed of conspiracy
Tenderly we celebrate this black
March in Turin
Lovers can win
March in Turin
Only in strange times and places
The powerful unfasten their veils
Bearing the hate in their faces
Desperate, childlike and pale
Now’s our chance
Now’s our chance
March in Turin
March in Turin
Now’s our chance
Now
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