Our rivers are empty with water
In our windows light isn't seen
Our morning is like night
Well night is for me
Looking in watery mirror of pools
(Looking) at clocks that hasn't worked for half of century
But flag is covered with kisses to tatters and smudges
I'll give for horse
Sound, my sad song
Sound...sound
Comander of Years' Army
We lost (people) in battle day by day
But when we burnt fire out
They pulled it with rain
We're sitting near to broken washing tubs*
And predict future with wild's rose
But when it's time to stand up
We're sitting, we're waiting
Sound, my sad song
Sound...sound