The Iron Anvil above My Head Is Singing The iron anvil above my head is singing Earlier than the first beam of light in the dawn The iron anvil above my head is singing Later than the last yawn at night From dawn to dusk, it is singing It is singing ... Misfortune defines its principles by me Distills the everyday salt from the tears Who puts it above my head Who gives me such a strong heart (One minute of self-pity will terminate life) Hit it, beat it, My brothers, my enemies Deepen your anger a little bit more
The Iron Anvil above My Head Is Singing.
Han, Yan
The Iron Anvil above My Head Is Singing The iron anvil above my head is singing Earlier than the first beam of light in the dawn The iron anvil above my head is singing Later than the last yawn at night From dawn to dusk, it is singing It is singing ... Misfortune defines its principles by me Distills the everyday salt from the tears Who puts it above my head Who gives me such a strong heart (One minute of self-pity will terminate life) Hit it, beat it, My brothers, my enemies Deepen your anger a little bit more