The hatches are battened down, the kingstones are closed - We are going on a hike again
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Below us is a bottomless black abyss, Above us is arctic ice
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All bans have been lifted, codes have been drawn up - there are no more reasons to keep them
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Our task is terrible and cruel - a direct adequate answer
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Chorus
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There is a moon above us, well, here is silence
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Two hundred meters of water and steel armor
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Protect our lives from blind fire
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We will return the debt in full
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As an invisible target in silent mode, we move to the desired square
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Nerves are strained, our missiles are ready to deliver the charge
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Everyone here understands the silence of the center. |
It's simple - it is no more
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A direct adequate answer separates us from the true hell
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Chorus
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There is a moon above us, well, here is silence
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Everything is as if in a dream, only we are not up to sleep
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We are few, but we will pay the bill in full
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and the price is high
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Calls are on the air, threats are on the air - the entire enemy fleet is against us
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The target will be detected, the target will be destroyed as soon as we get in touch
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And now we have frozen moments at the goal, and there is a fire in the depths of consciousness,
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But the time to launch and to hell with doubts is to strike back
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Chorus
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There is a moon above us, well, here is silence
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The fatal line blazes with fire
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Between night and day we float to nowhere
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We are sailing to nowhere |