Şarkı sözü koordinatları
ENOrijinal sözler
Çeviri henüz yok. Orijinal sözler gösteriliyor.
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 am an angry young man
