Silver Sword

Misty moon, the dog is howling,
Distant waves of a storm are rollin,
You feel vibration, the earth is turnin,
Listen what the people are talking about:
No question, no answer you got,
Silver sword is running through your heart.

Tangerine trees are moaning
And noble twigs are falling.
Some people cry, some people not.
No question, no answer you got.
Virgin stems are fragile and soft,
Silver sword gently cuts them off.

People lose and people win,
Your brain is clean, your sight is keen.
Air is fresh, the weather is fine,
Fighter keeps a place in the line.
This is your squad, this is your men,
Silver sword is shining in your hand.

Together:

On the edge of a silver sword,
On the edge of a silver sword,
On the edge of a silver sword,
On the edge of a silver sword.

(c) 1995 Andrei Solovyov

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Текст написан для московской индустриальной группы Ground Beat.