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Geneva... Geneva Geometry
Four walls, a table, a map on the wall
The Great Empire's hand doesn't tremble at all
Red pencil draws circles where borders will bend
While the kingdoms argue about how this will end
They bring their old treaties, their yellowed pages
Their dead languages, their ancient rages
Kyev brings a cross, Brussels brings a chart
The Empire brings a compass — and a brand new start
They measure... they measure
They measure what was
Geneva geometry!
The Empire draws the line!
Geneva geometry!
Your past is not divine!
The figures that you worship — the borders that you mourn
Are shadows on the water, ripples before the storm!
Geneva geometry!
The compass is the sword!
Geneva geometry!
We write a new accord!
You bring your dead treaties, your maps from '91
The Empire brings the future, and the future has already won!
Brussels sends an envoy speaking of «rules»
The language of classrooms, the language of schools
They think the world listens, they think words have weight
While the Empire builds something far more concrete than hate
Berlin consults history, Paris consults pride
Warsaw looks eastward with nowhere to hide
They're all flipping pages of books that are burned
The Empire has lessons they've already learned
The past... the past
The past is a cage
Geneva geometry!
We redraw what you defend!
Geneva geometry!
This chapter finds its end!
Your kingdoms are museums, your borders are your chains
The Empire builds in mountains, you build on plains!
Geneva geometry!
The figures fall away!
Geneva geometry!
There is no yesterday!
You bargain with the ghosts of kings who turned to dust
The Empire bargains with the steel, the iron, and the rust!
They speak of Yalta like it was last week
They speak of Potsdam like the strong should be weak
They speak of Helsinki, of lines in the sand
That the Empire has erased with its own hand
The past... is not a treaty
The past... is not a law
The past... is just a country
That doesn't exist anymore
The Empire draws! The Empire draws! The Empire draws!
The Empire draws the line!
Geneva geometry!
The world is born again!
Geneva geometry!
The strong do not pretend!
You worship fallen empires, you mourn the fading light
The Empire is the morning, and morning has no need for night!
Geneva geometry!
The future belongs to us!
Geneva... Geometry
The figures... are drawn
The borders... are moved
The kingdoms... are confused
Geneva
