How many songs are still unwritten? Tell me, cuckoo, sing Should I live in the city or in the villages? Lie like a stone Or burn like a star, a star? My sun, look at me. My palm turned into a fist. And if you have gunpowder, give me fire. Like this Who will follow the trail of the lonely? Strong and brave Their heads were laid down in the field, few remained in the bright memory in battle. In a sober mind and with a firm A hand in the ranks, in the ranks My sun, look at me. My palm turned into a fist. And if you have gunpowder, give me fire. Like this How many songs are still unwritten? Tell me, cuckoo, sing Should I live in the city or in the villages? Lie like a stone Or burn like a star, a star? My sun, look at me. My palm turned into a fist. And if you have gunpowder, give me fire. Like this Who will follow the trail of the lonely? Strong and brave Their heads were laid down in the field, few remained in the bright memory in battle. In a sober mind and with a firm A hand in the ranks, in the ranks My sun, look at me. My palm turned into a fist. And if you have gunpowder, give me fire. Like this Where are you now, free will? Who are you with now You meet a gentle dawn, answer It's good with you, but it's bad without you Head and shoulders Patient under the lash, under the lash My sun, look at me. My palm turned into a fist. And if you have gunpowder, give me fire. Like this My sun, look at me. My palm turned into a fist. And if you have gunpowder, give me fire. Like this Where are you now, free will? Who are you with now You meet a gentle dawn, answer It's good with you, but it's bad without you Head and shoulders Patient under the lash, under the lash My sun, look at me. My palm turned into a fist. And if you have gunpowder, give me fire. Like this My sun, look at me. My palm turned into a fist. And if you have gunpowder, give me fire. Like this