Another day, another night – The sky pours down, it’s all right! Taiga is law, taiga’s around Grey fog above and on the ground… No soul ahead, no hope behind, The world’s just specter in your mind. It comes to you – beneath the sun The only land is Hamardaban! Another yard, another mile, The sun came shining for awhile, Again your spirit’s right on track, Rucksack and rifle are on your back. A camp is pitched – life is kife, A can is opened with a knife, No matter what, beneath the sun The Promised Land is Hamardaban! Your rifle is rusting and your knife, It was your job, it was your life! When youth has gone, when life is done – Remember Ridge Hamardaban! You were driven by your whims, No glory hidden in your dreams, You new the truth – beneath the sun No land resembles Hamardaban! | 
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