White snow, grey ice,
lying on the cracked earth.
A patchwork blanket,
A city in the loop of a road.
Above the city float clouds,
blocking a heavenly light.
Above the city - yellow smoke,
A city of two thousand years,
living under the light of a star
in the name of the Sun.
War for two thousand years,
a war for no reason at all.
War - a thing for the young,
a medicine against faded skin.
Red, red blood,
in an hour simply becomes earth,
in two hours becomes flowers and grass,
in three is once again alive,
warmed by the rays of a star
in the name of the Sun.
And we know that it's always been this way,
that we are destined to love more,
those who live by other rules,
who are to die young.
He doesn't remember the words yes and no,
he doesn't remember rank or name,
He's able to reach the stars,
no matter that its a dream,
and fall, burned by the star
in the name of the Sun.