Snow's white. Ice is grey.
They are lying on a cracked ground.
In a loop of roads you can find
a city like a patchwork of towns
Above the city clouds float and fly.
They don’t let them see the sky.
And for two thousand years they watch
how the yellow smoke rises high.
City life was simple under a star,
we call it the Sun now.
During all the years there's a war
without any special reason.
That war is a work of young people.
A remedy, that's for wrinkles.
Blood is red. But if it’s spilled
it’s absorbed into the earth in an hour
In two hours you’ll see a grass and flowers
In three hours you'll find a living ground
It is warmed by the rays of the star
we call it the Sun now.
And we guess that it is always in this way.
But the fortune often likes still more
The person living by other laws
Even if his life is not too long.
He doesn’t want to know ‘yes’ or ‘no’.
He remembers neither ranks nor names.
He is able to touch the stars in the Space
And his dreams become real one day.
His fate’s to be burned by the star we call it the Sun now.