A white snow, a grey ice
On the cracked earth.
With a patchwork quilt on it -
The city is in a road loop.
And clouds float over the city
Closing a heavenly light.
And over the city there is a yellow smoke,
The city is two thousand years old,
Lived under the Star light
Named the Sun...
And two thousand years there is the war,
The war without any special reasons.
War is the business of young people,
A remedy for wrinkles.
A red, red blood
In an hour it is just the earth,
In two hours there are flowers and a grass on it,
In three it is again alive
And it is warmed by Star's rays
Named the Sun...
And we know that it was always like this,
That Destiny loves more that one
Who lives by laws of others
And who dies young.
He doesn't remember the word "yes" neither the word "no",
He doesn't remember neither ranks, nor names.
And he is able to reach stars
Without considering that it is a dream,
And to fall, burnt by the Star named the Sun...