hey what's happening ?
killers are coming back home tired
and shadows are running along the street
bullets on the black market
there's someone suppling then
the danger level is rising
and guardians are nervous
today the day rushed
breaking the silence with a cry
nobody sleeps without a gun
under his pillow
you prefer a poem written the hell
or in freezing Siberia?
Beyond the Last Border
Barricades in Prague
'968
human torches warmed that springs
and now the asphalt is red again
in the street of Warsaw
The price of money becomes coscience
while bullets are doing their work
it was cold
on the element of the future
when two men watched the clock
but by now time was over
flushing of shame
in the sights of the afghan rebels.
Beyond the Last Border
killers are coming back home tired
and shadows are running along the street
bullets on the black market
there's someone suppling then
the danger level is rising
and guardians are nervous
today the day rushed
breaking the silence with a cry
nobody sleeps without a gun
under his pillow
you prefer a poem written the hell
or in freezing Siberia?
Beyond the Last Border
Barricades in Prague
'968
human torches warmed that springs
and now the asphalt is red again
in the street of Warsaw
The price of money becomes coscience
while bullets are doing their work
it was cold
on the element of the future
when two men watched the clock
but by now time was over
flushing of shame
in the sights of the afghan rebels.
Beyond the Last Border
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