White snow, gray ice,
On a fractured earth.
Upon it quilt-like
Is a city in a highway loop.
Above the city the clouds float,
Blocking the light of the skies.
Above the city - is a yellow smoke,
The city is of two thousand years old
Lived under the light of the Star
By the name of the Sun...
And for two thousand years it's a war,
A war with no particular cause.
A war is a craft for the young,
A wrinkle antidote.
A blood of brightly red
In an hour is just an earth,
In two she'll grow flowers and grass,
In three she's alive yet again
And is warmed by the rays of the Star
By the name of the Sun...
And we know that it has always been so,
That the Fate loves above all
The one who lives by different rules
And who is to die young.
He doesn't remember the words "yes" and "no",
He doesn't remember any ranks, any names.
And he's able to reach the stars,
Without thinking it's a dream,
And to fall, scorched by the Star by the name of the Sun