Metallil mirgab metall.
Rebib ja rassib raudruun,
klm, kalk kaasaegne Kalev.
Teel tormab teras truu.
Kes rahutult tukub, kes suitsetab,
kes 'paukpadrunisuppi' helbib.
Mnigi neist homme langeb,
mni kallima ees hiljem kelgib.
Istun rkvel ja kirjutan sulle.
On hmar, mul raskus on laugel.
Kas mletad, lubasid tookord
truuks jda mul, kui viibin kaugel?
Rong vpatab, rappudes seiskub;
murdub mu pliiatsil ssi.
Rpmed lhkunud vaenlaseraisk.
Klavad ksklused, sammude mdin.
Pikali teetammil varitsen rndajaid.
Mis on see tung, mis ajab meid tulle?
Sihin ja lasen, kuid ksimus kerkib:
on nad siis vaenlased mulle?
See 'titornis' sell seal on kellegi poeg,
samamoodi kui mina.
Instinkt vidab seesmise heitluse '
vrkeelse kisa lmmatab tina.
[In the Eyes of the Rider On the Armoured Train (on the schoolboy-warriors of the Freedom War)]
Metal roars on metal.
Moils and toils the iron horse,
the cold, hardened modern Kalev.
Faithful steel rushes on rails.
Some drowse nervously. Some smoke.
Some, bound for flatulence, eat the pea soup.
Many will fall tomorrow.
Some will brag to their sweethearts later.
I'm staying up, writing to you.
It is dark; my eyes are heavy.
Do you remember your promise
to stay true to me when I'm far away?
The train flinches and joltingly stops.
The pencil lead breaks.
The damned enemy has broken the rails.
Orders are heard, and bootbeats.
Flat on the embankment I wait for attackers.
What is this urge that drives us into fire?
Sighting and shooting, I still find myself wondering '
are they really enemies of mine?
The guy over there, in the pointy uniform hat, is someone's son,
very much like me.
Instinct wins the inner combat.
Lead silences foreign screams.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
