Болховитин Александр Павлович comprehension

The concerts are thundering all through the land
The drums shrieking wild in a furious brand

Kids dancing 'round flags they are taught to obey
The dresses are graceful, but smoke finds its way
M The marching moves sharp like a steel body cast
And crowds stand in silence, a numb frozen mass

Their brains are burnt out by the gala dress code
Commands from their childhood blast through the air modes

Same step, and same line
From kindergarten to frontline!

The faces are stern, the patrols in the street
They drill into us All the world is to beat!

We're mighty, we must! We are destined to win!
But how to survive in this march, hollow within?


The officers dressed up, the final parade
A hundred young lives kiss the flag on the dying grade

The parents' tears streaming — the pride and the dread
Tomorrow dissolves where the gun smoke has spread

You step into adulthood — straight into the storm
To weep for some tycoon's resource-rich platform?

For oil and diamonds concealed in the gloom
While hypocrisy rages and seals every tomb


The hypnosis pounds in our brains from the start
But still, through the stage props — I see the red art


But people will rise, they will open their eyes
A silent tear shows where the real verdict lies




To pull all the kids from that cold iron cage
And reroute the course of the incoming age


Same step, and same line
From kindergarten to frontline!
The faces are stern, the patrols in the street
They drill into us All the world is to beat!

We're mighty, we must! We are destined to win!
But how to survive in this march, hollow within?


We open our eyes… Silence born… A new dawn

The children are leaving the shadows withdrawn