Arafed man sitting on a ledge looking at a flower

weiss schnee, gray ice, On cracked ground. A patchwork quilt on it - A city in a road loop. And the clouds are floating over the city, Closing out the heavenly light. And over the city there is yellow smoke, The city is two thousand years old, Refrain: Lived under the light of a Star named Sun... And two thousand years - war, War for no particular reason. War is a matter for the young, Anti-wrinkle medicine. Red, red blood - In an hour it’s just earth, After two there are flowers and grass on it, Three years later she's alive again Refrain: And warmed by the rays of a Star named Sun... And we know, that it was like that all the time, What do we love more with Fate?, Who lives according to the laws of others, And who should die young. He doesn't remember the words "yes" and words "No", He doesn't remember any ranks or names, And able to reach the stars, Not to mention, that this is a dream. And fall, scorched by a star named sun.

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