White snow, gray ice
On cracked earth.
Like a patchwork blanket on it
Is a city in a loop of the road.
And over the city float clouds,
Blocking the heavenly light.
And over the city is a yellow smoke,
2000 years in the city,
Lived under the light of the Star
called Sun...
And for two thousand years - war
War without reason
War - the business of youth,
A cure against wrinkles.
Red, red blood
After an hour just earth,
After two, flowers and grass,
After three, it lives again,
And is warmed by the rays of the Star
called Sun
And we know, that it's always been so,
That we love more with Fate,
He who lives by other laws,
And who is to die young.
He doesn't remember the words "yes" and "no",
He doesn't remember rank or name.
And is able to reach to the stars,
Not counting that it's a dream,
And to fall, scorched by the Star called Sun.