Sand of Space, Sand of Space Russian marines Drum and Bass

Cold nights tank smoke under frozen skies
Young boys turned men while the sirens cried
Three weeks starving, splitting bread in half
Still cracked dark jokes just to make us laugh

I seen brothers fall with their names on tags
Letters from their wives in their military bags
One held a photo of his little son
Said tell him I was brave before he was gone

My ears still ring from the rockets above
But pain hit harder when we buried the ones we loved
We don’t dream war when we close our eyes
We dream front porch peace and quieter nights

I’m against all hate every flag of fear
Every crooked lie that brought this here
I just want the fire and the killing to cease
Want my brothers alive want the whole world peace

Now I walk with ghosts when the moonlight bends
Hear their voices deep in the cold night wind
If I make it home I’ma carry their names
Like a prayer in my chest through the smoke and rain