Today, tomorrow, in a week…
I know, our future’s coming.
I am waiting still, still calm and meek.
I gather strength for fighting.
I am putting strength in your arms and fists.
I am writing the plan of battle.
And let the sun clear all mists.
Let you be strong like metal.
I have my concentrated brain.
Believe me, I’m not shaking.
My blood isn’t frozen in my veins.
I hear: ice in breakg
We can be high
like holy sky.
We can have all the power.
We’ll walk on gold, and it will shine.
The choice is: sweet or sour.
It’s world of struggles, fights, and pain.
The strongest is surviving.
You have a chance or live in vain.
Go on! The bell is chiming!
Look in my eyes – you are a knight.
And trust me – I am near.
Just close your mild heart so tight,
And take my strength, my dear.
It is a duel, it’s a game.
Just follow dagger flying…
Tomorrow life won’t be the same.
Go on! The bell is chiming!
You are the power, you are lord.
The prophecy is clear.
I’m giving you the shining sword.
I am behind, dear!
By Ekaterina Brovko,
грузинский лицей “Калхети”,
г. Москва