I don’t talk when there’s war... War, which has already become a synonymous word. War without rules. Rude and cynical My country was impressed by that one. I don’t talk when there’s war... If the boards are mother’s tears, When in the trenches there is heat and frost, And on the young people’s shelves there is sivina. I don’t talk when there’s war... When we start again in the evening: - Another one... Another one dead... It will remember the light names. I don’t talk when there’s war... If you move “turbovano” Europe, If the men are sovereign, our slaves, And the wall is being erected. I don’t talk when there’s war, War on television, in offices, War for power, for authority, For gammons, in which there is no bottom. I don’t talk when there’s war, I’ll ask myself, I’ll trouble my soul: - I am not without sin - I know that. So maybe this war is my fault? I believe that the war will end... My song word is also wicked, I glorify the hissic hero with him, I’m not the only one raising my voice! I believe that the war will end... I touch the shield of the forefathers' land, With love, I steal the earth with light, There is still a string in my soul. I believe that the war will end... I pray broadly to holy God, Let the sun of victory smile, Shchob has turned to the peaceful land of spring! I believe that the war will end...
