We are living for the working Prod. by Пономарев Виталий Анатольевич

We are living for the working. For the shift that never ends. We are living for the resting. In the arms of broken friends. We are thinking for the living. For the breath we borrow back. We must think about the giving. For the future cannot lack. The clock is turning, the wheels are burning, The night is heavy on the floor. The hands are shaking, the backs are breaking, But we keep coming back for more. We are living for the working, We are living for the rest. We are thinking for the living, we must think To be the best. Not for glory, not for gold. Not for stories bought and sold. But for every hand that's blessed. To carry all the rest. We are running through the weather. We are stumbling through the storm. We are dying this together. With the thread we've always known. We are carving out a morning. From the marrow of the night. We are sounding out a warning. Till the dark gives up its bite. The bell is ringing, the children sing, From a window down the street. The heart is aching, the world is waking, And we are still on our feet. We are living for the working, We are living for the rest. We are thinking for the living, we must think To be the best. Not for glory, not for gold. Not for stories bought and sold. But for every hand that's blessed. To carry all the rest. And when the weight is more than we can Carry. And when the day is darker than the Deep. We will not fold. We will not hurry. We will not sell the promises we keep. We are more than what they measure. We are more than what they pay. We are every quiet treasure, that they tried to Throw away. We are living for the working. We are living for the working. We are living for the rest. We are living for the rest. We are thinking for the living. We are thinking for the living. We must think to be the best. Not for glory, not for gold. For the ones who won't be told. That the fire has gone cold. We are living. We are giving. We are giving. We are more than what they sold. We are the working. We are the rest. We are the living. And we will not be less.