Текст песни Тэм - Стражи последнего рубежа

Guardians of the Last Frontier

Wings legend fragile , like a spring ice
Unkind word - rock song knocked entry of
I am not a prophet , not a singer , I am a stranger walking through the ages
Soul torn tales Gray in weak hands

Who will go for torn banner
Fight for the final frontier
Protect useless knowledge
And the absurdity of white garments

Hey , get up , who are still
Stand proud among the ruins systems
Who still remembers and who did not give up
I do not believe that I am one
Defend your city

Death is assigned to the Full Moon
To beat at a reflection of the pupil
For the sacred right of insanity
For a strand of gray at the temple

Hey , get up , soldiers vow
Now the power of words appeals to you
If we live to see the dawn
Our faith is alive
And open sky

Who dares to throw the usual
The silence of their familiar nest
For the sake of illusory labels differences
For the sake of an extra handful of stars

Hey , get up , all those who can not sleep
Who still does not believe that we're done
Go out in the field and will fight
Not hiding the living hearts
Under the unfeeling steel
And cynicism speeches

Give us , O Lord , the strength