Текст песни You Are In My September - There Are No Atheists In The Foxholes

Everything will be wiped away with the right hand of fate!
All predetermined inglorious end.
But the best of us at the beginning
Father weeds away from the chaff of nations!
For what? What for?
Why will the forearms be burnt out on the skin?
The color of pain from the palette of spiritual mutilations
The names of all those who have not reached the end?
We are destined not to wipe the rivers of salt from our faces.
With the last sounds of a farewell procession
Burn out yesterday
Leaving the needles with a smell on the face of sadness a shadow.
This is the day when funds overcome laziness
The day when childhood dies and the purpose of life is born.
Let others age quietly on their knees
They also once wanted to be in time ...
Measure “strength” or seek adventure.
Scream to be heard and burn brighter!
Scream to be heard and burn brighter!
Let the day begin with these words!
With these words the day will begin!
I fill empty palms with fresh wind to the brim,
And not the pain of loss and not the blood of enemies.
Not the pain of loss, not the blood of enemies!
Someone peaks, someone abyss
They wait where there is no dream.
Give me your hand and I will show you
That these are parts of one mountain.
Young hearts are about to become free.
Then outward flows of new
Bright thoughts, without end!