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How many songs are there yet to come?
Tell me, cuckoo, and sing
Where am I to live, where am I to die
Lying on the ground. . .
or lit up like a star? A star
Sunshine above, come look at me
My hand has now turned into a fist
If there's gunpowder - give me fire to get out of here
Like this. . .
Who will walk this lonely trail again? Who is strong and brave?
Who will lay down their lives In battle?
Very few remain bright in our memory with a sound mind
. . .and steady hand. Alive in the ranks
Sunshine above, come look at me
My hand has now turned into a fist
If there's gunpowder - give me fire to get out of here
Like this. . .
Where have you gone now, my freedom? Who's the lucky one
. . . meeting you this morning? Tell me..
It's good with you around, so bad without you
But my head and shoulders can hold out under the whip
Under the lash
Sunshine above, come look at me
My hand has now turned into a fist
If there's gunpowder - give me fire to get out of here
Like this. . .