BANZAI - Перекуём мечи (video clip)

LET’S BREAK OUR SWORDS Do not make an ideal out of metal, And make a big deal out of a molehill, And see the white light through the strong visor, And to stir up the rotten ooze, the silt from the bottom. No, it’s not the iron attribute that clouds the mind, Not a crazy dream from Eternal Yesterday. Tomorrow beckons us with the luster of hardened steel. Let’s turn our swords into iron hearts. Let’s turn our swords into plowshares, Let’s turn our swords into iron hearts! The smithy on that high hill is smoking, That rises alone among the plains. The wind blows a clanging hard rhythm far away. So much so that my heart and soul became vulnerable. Don’t judge this blacksmith’s noise so harshly. The most frightening thing is to hear the clanking of swords. My friend, understand, because the final result is important , May the light of your eyes illuminate our metal! Metal is innocent, because someone contro