A scouts fate is sometimes short, like hand to hand combat
And the sky overhead is blue
And you can touch the stars with your hands
And you can hear the passing and whizzing
Of tracers in the silent night
And the air will light up, flying apart
Over your head
And you can hear the passing and whizzing
Of tracers in the silent night
And the air will light up, flying apart
Disturbing our peace
Don't envy our glory
Or that girls sometimes give us flowers
Maybe tomorrow in the silent night
Jammed machine gun and an empty magazine
And you can hear the passing and whizzing
Of tracers in the silent night
And the air will light up, flying apart
Over your head
And you can hear the passing and whizzing
Of tracers in the silent night
And the air will light up, flying apart
Disturbing our peace
And maybe tomorrow, among these mountains
We'll have to fight an unfair battle
So an argument with fate is useless
A friend will avenge our deaths!
And you can hear the passing and whizzing
Of tracers in the silent night
And the air will light up, flying apart
Over your head
And you can hear the passing and whizzing
Of tracers in the silent night
And the air will light up, flying apart
Disturbing our peace
And you can hear the passing and whizzing
Of tracers in the silent night
And the air will light up, flying apart
Over your head
And you can hear the passing and whizzing
Of tracers in the silent night
And the air will light up, flying apart
Disturbing our peace
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