When for the first time, after the fog, it started to smell like fire
He stood on the outskirts and saw his house
Potatoes in the garden and the meadow by the river
He wiped his single tear and clenched his fists
He put a machine gun in the high attic
And wrote in his diary: "None will enter here!"
Lets get together on the spot where his house stood
Where the grass is high above the charcoal
And bury our joy in that black coal
There, where the last man on earth died.
The Red army came and stained the sunset
The White army came and perished like snow
The Blue army rolled back like the waves
And all this was done by one man
Who has prayed to his gods under the roof
Who has prayed to his gods under the roof
Who has prayed to his gods under the roof
Has prayed
But the night raised its black flag over the tower
Its true cross, its true flag
Three army gathered in the night for the massacre
Three black beginnings, three diabolical dreams
Three black beginnings of three infernal rivers
What could one man do to them?
Lets get together on the spot where his house stood
Where the grass is high above the charcoal
And bury our joy in that black coal
There, where the last man on earth died.
The Red army came and stained sunset
The White army came and perished like snow
The Blue army rolled back like waves
And all this was done by one man
Who has prayed to his gods under the roof
Who has prayed to his gods under the roof
Who has prayed to his gods under the roof
Has prayed