Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Weather Report
Performer
Alex Acuña
Percussion
Don Alias
Percussion
Chester Thompson
Drums
Joe Zawinul
Piano
Narada Michael Walden
Drums
Jaco Pastorius
Bass
Alphonso Johnson
Bass
Wayne Shorter
Tenor Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joe Zawinul
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe Zawinul
Producer
Wayne Shorter
Co-Producer
Ron Malo
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Bombed ruins form the skyline
Burnt places all around
People trading their possessions
A keepsake for some bread
Crowded trains, full of people
Remindful of a cattle transport
Families get separated
On the way to their new homes
Still the children search for cover
When they hear the airplanes
Their bags are always packed
Just with dolls, books and pencils
It is the summer of forty-five
Black market dealers are in the streets
But we all feel so alive
Now we get again what we need
It is the summer of forty-five
Black market dealers are in the streets
But we all feel so alive
Now we get again what we need
The first black men they ever saw
Were among the foreign soldiers
Some of them were really kind
Bringing food and sometimes sweets
No more sirens in the night
Which made you run into the basement
No more fear of foreign soldiers
Who came to search the house
It is the summer of forty-five
Black market dealers are in the streets
But we all feel so alive
Now we get again what we need
It is the summer of forty-five
Black market dealers are in the streets
But we all feel so alive
Now we get again what we need
It is the summer of forty-five
Black market dealers are in the streets
But we all feel so alive
Now we get again what we need
It is the summer of forty-five
Black market dealers are in the streets
But we all feel so alive
Now we get again what we need
Writer(s): Friedrich Hollaender
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