It leaves, crossing itself, the year twenty-twenty,
But our lungs are weightless as before.
We buried those who fell so untimely,
We spat out bullets, reached for verses score.
Ah, it's not so easy, it's not so easy...
Heaven is so close, yet, it is so far away.
The new rhymes wash away the grime. All the same,
The world has changed - it different became.
A white bird is flying over houses,
In kitchens, greetings are boiled down to Instagrams.
We’ll push the night away with hands of the live chain,
We’ll confront the hungry winds and it won’t be in vain.
Ah, so high, it’s so high
Heaven is so close, yet, it is so far away,
Can’t dodge, can’t reverse,
Nothing will be the same, brothers.
History is looking into the new frontiers,
Having washed the wounds with cold rain,
That which was lost yesterday in fires,
Today will be found from ashes arisen.
Ah, it's not so easy, it's not so easy...
Heaven is so close, yet, it is so far away.
Having turned off lighthouses and stars,
Autumn withdraws its regiments.
Ah, it's not so easy, it's not so easy...
Heaven is so close, yet, it is so far away.
The new rhymes wash away the grime.
The world has changed - it different became.