Battered truth, worn into darkness, fades into whining lies,
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When they treat dogs with barking and put a knife to the throat.
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When "either-or" does not roll in any way, when there is no choice,
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Then the fatherland is given for "so" and the light of salvation goes out.
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When blackened teeth creak. |
When saliva splashes in the face,
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Exhausted nerves, grimacing, whine. |
And the head asks for peace.
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And Vera and Hope fell at their feet. |
Love knee-deep in mud.
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If you get tired of praying to cross-domes, you will close the blinds of your souls.
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Cold sky. |
Faded stars fly like birds over the sea,
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But thoughts do not sleep: they choke in shame.
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Peaceful dreams are alien to them. |
With a traitor in a quarrel
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We are the Children of War. |
We look with reproach in our eyes.
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Cm# - A - Fm# - H / Cm# - A - Fm# -Gm#
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And at home everything is the same, and at home everyone is waiting. |
And mother will bake pies.
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But mother and father have not yet found out - now they are enemies with their son.
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Whoever sold the Motherland is worth a penny. |
Who betrayed "their own" and lives,
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With that, you are unlikely to sleep peacefully next to you. |
Let's find another place.
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The imprisoned moon laughs in the parking lot of the stars, trading its face,
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And only at dawn, like birds from nests, rifles will be fed with lead
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The traitor's body. |
The shooting rejoices. |
Smoke hung over the weapon.
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For a moment, for a moment, the traitor saw the light. |
And immediately fell down gray-haired.
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Cold sky. |
Faded stars fly like birds over the sea,
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But thoughts do not sleep: they choke in shame.
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Peaceful dreams are alien to them. |
With a traitor in a quarrel
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We are the Children of War. |
We look with reproach in our eyes. |