Big cities
Empty trains
No shore, no ground
Everything must be started over
Cold war
And time is just like water
He didn't loose his mind
You didn't know a thing
No one is writing to the colonel
Nobody is waiting for him
On the firing-line
Empty cities
To which
You have never been before
And trains charge ahead
On subtle words
He didn't loose his mind
You didn't know a thing
No one is writing to the colonel
Nobody is waiting for him
No one is writing to the colonel
Nobody is waiting for him
No one is writing to the colonel
Nobody is waiting for him