You say to me that heaven is a brick wall,
I say to you that heaven is passageway.
You say to me that heaven's a waterfall,
You dived in it and saw bottom, if that's what you say.
But maybe all these things are true.
Maybe you are damn right.
But I saw with my own bloody eyes that
The grass tries to reach for the sky.
You say to me: There is no love,
There's just a carrot and whip,
I say to you that the flowers bloom,
Because they in death don't believe.
You say to me you don't ever want
Being a slave to no one anew.
I say: It means that he will be a slave,
He, who will be with you.
Maybe I'm in the wrong,
Maybe you are damn right.
But I saw with my own bloody eyes that
The grass tries to reach for the sky.
No point to argue with you all night,
Losing sleep until dawn.
Maybe you are damn right,
Maybe I'm in the wrong.
These quarrels are useless, the day will come,
You'll ascertain it yourself,
Does the sky have a bottom and why
Grass reach for heaven itself.
Maybe I'm in the wrong,
Maybe you are damn right.
But I saw with my own bloody eyes that
The grass tries to reach for the sky.