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[Verse 1]
So here we stand at the edge of
Nineteen eighty-four bracing ourselves once again
For the storm approaching as
Those who long before huddled in caves from the rain
The enemy's face is so hard to see
Sometimes it seems that I see him in you
Sometimes in me who can he be?
No use consulting the prophets and leaders they all disagree
[Chorus]
Russians and Americans here's a song for you
Who carry the weight of the world on your heads
Russians and Americans tell me if it's true
You really believe all the things that you've said
The red-white-and-blue running into the red
[Verse 2]
From the wars of Europe
The pilgrim fathers set off with their hopes and their bond
Some settled down by the coast others
Crossed the mountains and into the flatlands beyond from
Scramble and dust of Muscovite streets
Merchants develop the trade routes and open the door to the East pioneer waves
Choked by the cold breath of winter or baked by the heat of the day
[Chorus]
Russians and Americans passing through the fire
Of revolution and coming of age
Russians and Americans driven by desire
Two players push to the front of the stage
The whole world now watches each move that you make
[Solo]
[Pre-Chorus]
Two runners caught in the thrill of the race
The finishing line is as far as the stars that the satellites chase
Why quicken the pace? Why does it seem that you choose to lose reason before losing face?
[Chorus]
Russians and Americans driven by the past
The third world moves in the shadows you cast
Russians and Americans could turn the world to dust
So much to live for so much undiscussed
So much in common and so little trust
[Verse 3]
From the streets of Athens and Rome the voices still echo to crumbling walls
Look to the past and remember no empire rises that sooner or later won't fall
Forever the changes we still have to face
Some people say that a country is more and idea than a place
Though nothing is safe we still choose the mark that we leave on the open canvas of space
[Chorus]
Russians and Americans maybe you should see
Into the heart of the world not its head
Russians and Americans if you want to be
The feet of the world better mind where you tread
The footprints of history are left where you step
So here we stand at the edge of nineteen eighty-four...
(supprime les barrés)