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I serve Russia

I know that at home you are grieving,
I left to serve,
Otherwise - forgive me -
I don't know how to live.
There may be a line of obstacles
In our life
I ask only one thing from you -
Wait for me.
 
Don't forget the soldier,
His best regard is when you
Send letters - in answer he,
Through slanting rains,
Sends the simple words, 'I serve Russia.'
 
'I serve Russia.'
 
If only I could hug you,
Take your hand,
But again my officer
 
Yells to me, 'Fire.'
I know you and I see the same dreams,
While demob* seems as far away as the moon.
 
Don't forget the soldier,
His best regard is when you
Send letters - in answer he,
Through slanting rains,
Sends the simple words, 'I serve Russia.'
 
Don't forget the soldier,
His best regard is when you
Send letters - in answer he,
Through slanting rains,
Sends the simple words, 'I serve Russia.'
 
'I serve Russia.'
'I serve Russia.'
 

How can time last forever

It's Paris from my childhood
Here started the journey of my life
In the cold, dark attic
Of an artist and his wife
 
I have the memory with me
It's just as unclear
Here I can feel from my childhood
Has been
 

Somewhere far away

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Far away from this weary fray,
Keen heartache, all my dreams to forsake,
Bear me high into a cold grey sky
Taking wing to the home that waits there
From this place to the home that awaits me...
 
Days gone by, where the sunlight glints
On grass-lined banks, let me catch just a glimpse
Of those distant hills and those yearned-for shores,
Ach, if I could I would fly back to them
And I’d swim in those crystal waters…
 
Somewhere far away, very far away,
Raindrops are falling from high,
By the little stream, in the orchard glade,
Where boughs of cherries are bent to the ground.
Somewhere far away, in my memory,
Now, as in childhood, I see –
Though smothered, like rooftops,
With the dull, heavy snows of the winter –
 
Stormy skies, let your tears baptise
Souls that are scarred, but that's not all that we are,
Mesmerised, by what's been memorised,
I’ll lift my gaze to the wide blue yonder
And from there I will seek for the answer...
 
Far away from this weary fray,
Keen heartache, all my dreams to forsake,
Bear me high into a cold grey sky
Taking wing to the home that waits there
From this place to the home that's awaiting me.
 

How wrong can it become?

How wrong can it become?
What I'm doing is only natural
How wrong can it become?
Could it really matter that much?
How wrong can it become?
What I'm doing is only natural
How wrong can it become?
How wrong can it actually become?
 
There is a principle in nature (principle in nature)
That everything living knows about
That the strong survive (the strong survive)
And that's how life's play is
To win you have to give everything and beat the other one to a pulp
'Cause the poor one that loses
Yes, the poor one that loses
Becomes food on the other one's plate, plate, plate, plate, plate (food, food, food, food, food)
So I'm saying
 
How wrong can it become?
What I'm doing is only natural
How wrong can it become?
Could it really matter that much?
How wrong can it become?
What I'm doing is only natural
How wrong can it become?
How wrong can it actually become?
 
And the principle in business (principle in business)
That everyone knows is really healthy
It's that those with a lot of money (those with a lot of money)
Make everything on Earth go round
So I'm building up my business
And building up my factory
And make sure I profit more
Everyone else with common sense takes care of theirs
So I take care of mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
(Guard everything that's yours)
 
Everybody now
Smokedy smoke
(Smokedy smoke)
Sloppedy slopp
(Sloppedy slopp)
You can complain all you want but it's never, never, never gonna stop
Come on, how wrong can it actually get?
 
How wrong can it become?
I'm only building up the economy
How wrong can it become?
I'm only nice and friendly
How wrong can it become?
You shouldn't only take, you have to give, too
How wrong can it become?
How wrong can it actually become?
Because
 
There's getting more of customers
There's getting more of money
We let PR-people rule
Let lawyers disavow
So what if the trees have to perish?
As long as I get to triumph
How wrong?
How wrong can it actually become?