She put her gray hair in a cloth
Like the grandmothers long time ago
And when she saw our dad not paying attention
She started to whisper every night:
Put your two hands together
That's what every good child does
And she looked at me, her eyes were sad
And we laughed - Only God knows, why.
Just look up, the sky is high
Although they say it's not true
The airplanes, they have been there
And they didn't see it (the country) anywhere.
There must exist a country above us
That's maybe waiting also for us
There must exist a country above us
That will never be found by anyone
There must exist a country above us
That embraces anybody
There must exist a country above us
That will never be ruined by us.
The human grew up, and he sees everything
The world is in our rooms
And the child doesn't understand it at all,
So he puts his little head on a rock...
His face is beautiful, it isn't dreamy
He won't wake up to the voice of the cannons
There's only one voice heard, silent and tired,
Like an old lullaby...
Just look up, the sky is high,
Let them say it's not true
The airplanes, what do they know?
Their hearts are made of only ice, only ice.
There must exist a country above us
That's maybe waiting also for us
There must exist a country above us
That will never be found by anyone
There must exist a country above us
That embraces anybody
There must exist a country above us
That will never be ruined by us.