Текст песни Vasco Da Gama - Brigadiers

Hang your hair, you don't seem right.
And carry it back.. carry all the heads back,
You know those things won't spike themselves at the borders.
You know those things can't see themselves around the corners.
This and every night we spend
Tied up with our mirrored history.

When you boil the substance down,
And when your ignorance glows,
You'll high-five all the breathless brigadiers
When they say that you should know.

This and every mirrored history.