White snow and gray ice
Cover dry and cracked ground.
Like a patchwork blanket
There lies a city in the noose of the roads.
Over the city the clouds pass
Blocking the heavenly light.
Over the city yellow smoke floats;
The city’s two thousand years old
Lived in the light of the star
Called Sun…
And for two thousand years the war rages on,
War with no particular reasons.
War – business of the young,
Remedy against wrinkles
Freshly spilled blood is so very red
In an hour there is just ground
In two it’s covered by grass and flowers
In three it’s alive once again
Warmed by the rays of the star
Called Sun…
And we know that it has always been this way
That he is loved most by Destiny
Who lives by different laws
And who is fated to die young
He knows not words 'yes’ and 'no’
He remembers neither ranks, nor names
And is capable of reaching the stars
Without thinking it must be just a dream
And fall down, scorched by the star
Called Sun.