There is a city midway
Between heaven and hell
It welcomes all with open arms
Pretty women and tasty ale
I spent many a year in its arms
They come from far and wide
Misfits, escapees and those in search of easier times
And they gather
With foamy beer and staring smiles
No Sea will you find for many miles
The mountains equally distant
The river cuts this valley of despair
The victorian houses stand monument
To better times
Like silent tombstones
An air like death descends
And smothers inhabitants choking
Never a smile shall you see
In Brno, pretty prison she is
The pretty sirens sing
And laugh with glee
They have you trapped you see
Escape is futile
For us foreigners in exile there