Show me people who are sure about the day yet to come,
Draw me portraits of those who perished on that lonely path.
Show a person to me who survived alone in brigade,
But someone must become a door, and someone - a lock,
And someone - a key to this lock.
The Earth. The Sky.
In-between the Earth and the Sky, there's war!
Wherever you would be,
Whatever you would do:
In-between the Earth and the Sky, there's war!
There are people somewhere for whom there is day and there is night.
There are people somewhere who've got daughters and who've got a son.
There are people somewhere for whom the theorem is holding true.
But someone will become a wall, and someone - a shoulder,
Under which will falter the wall.
The Earth. The Sky.
In-between the Earth and the Sky, there's war!
Wherever you would be,
Whatever you would do:
In-between the Earth and the Sky, there's war!