Copper Coin

Tin cans rattling on the mountain

crest Soldier writing letters in the

iron west

Dust on the window of the

old Zhiguli

Singing 'bout the river that we

couldn't see Oh,

the mountain wind is blowing cold

today

Take the copper coin and throw

it far away In the valley

where the shadows fall so deep

Every promise is a secret we

must keep

Strumming on the timbre by the

fading light

Moscow on the dial in the

middle of the night

Copper strings ringing with a heavy

sigh

Underneath the purple of the desert

sky

Wires and whispers on the radio

line

Telling us the stories of another

time

Heavy bassline walking through the empty

street

Heavy boots keeping up the steady

beat Oh, the mountain wind is

blowing cold today

Take the copper coin and throw

it far away In the valley

where the shadows fall so deep

Every promise is a secret we

must keep

Fade away