Album: other songs

Russian Orphans

The sunrise above our heads
there is no shade under naked, barren trees

stepping forward, a man and his comerades
heads covered with red-starred caps

they work here, without knowing why
in the home-harbour of nuclear submarines

they don´t care, they don´t maintain
they don´t think about the fate of russian orphans

can´t you get any sleep
try to forget how things are
you can´t do that
you´ll have to take a stand

place your back against the wall
place your hands behind your neck
it is useless to try to hide

a glorious morning, a feast of brightest light
a prelude to a winter thousand years long

you can´t find a sanctuary
no use to even try