Авторы: Peter Hammill
It's easy to say, when you're so down, that everything's pointless; Your eyes burn, your ears howl, your limbs are disjointed. Barren fields, the barren earth, never more will it flower- Rub your face and your hands in the dirt: now is the hour. So stand staright looking over your shoulder, Walk on though you fear to arrive, Don't wait till you know that it's over, Be strong-it's your place to survive. While the holocaust rages around you, be the eye of the storm; Though the extent of disaster astounds you, forearmed is forewarned. You may have passed time in happier ways But there are other mountains to climb: You've never lived as you're living today- now is the time.