Beirut Peter Sarstedt

With the green traffic light
On the wet shiny street
Hair looking like spilled crème de menthe
She stood framed by the night
A statue in white outside the blazing casino

And there stood I the complete anti hero
There stood I brilliantly alone

In Beirut that night gun shots cracked the heat
From Dan to Beshebaar with the passions running high
Many men willing to die
Now ran across the Middle East

And she was born a child of the Medina
Knowing well the back streets of the Lebanon
And Beirut crumbling stone by stone
Beirut crumbling stone by stone
Beirut crumbling stone by stone
Beirut

From the burning hotels to the Christian citadels
Or to the Palestinian line
We were hunted like beast
Through the blood hungry feast
And by the men from Damascus