Текст:
How many songs are unwritten yet?
How many, tell me cuckoo, cry out
Will I live in the city or the outskirts,
Lie like a rock or shine like a star?
A star...
Look at me now my sunshine
My hand all clenched tight in a fist
And if there is powder, give the fire
Like this....
Who will be passing on the lonely trail?
All the strongest and the brave
Vanished on the battle field, in fight.
Only few there, who are still standing for,
Keeping their heads and struggling at will.
Like steel.
Look at me now my sunshine
My hand all clenched tight in a fist
And if there is powder, give the fire
Like this....
Where you are now my precious liberty?
And with whom are you greeting the rising sun?
Reply!
It’s so good with you but bad without,
Heads and shoulders are obediently under the leash
The leash
Look at me now my sunshine
My hand all clenched tight in a fist
And if there is powder, give the fire
Like this....