04 - Underneath the Colours | Текст песни

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• Underneath the Colours

No division in the ranks
The lines are long and proud
No question on their lips
But there will always be doubt

Like a Chinese painting
All red with its message
A flag high in the sky
Twists and turns its language

Underneath the colours red-blue-white
Catch a glimpse of others
From the corner of your eye

With the rise and fall of
The conductor's blind hand
I play Russian roulette
I'm an angry young man

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