Three birds in a dying fire.
Far, far in war your dear.
Birds in a flickering fire.
Far, far in war your dear.
Just a worker wants to work honestly.
To feed a family in a country that might disappear.
To another's mourning, the whole world has gone blind.
Hey kings, what you stole will be taken to a crypt!
After all, for the sake of this, cities are being bombed.
Someone's father is the target that the radar sees.
Bullets whistled. Someone's loved one fell.
He fought there and did not retreat, so that one day.
Do not see corpses on the playground.
Moms with a child who are merciless.
Shattered fragments and "Grad" and the button.
"Start!" I did not flinch to press my brother’s hand.
Empty villages, ruined cities.
I did not understand the little orphan child.
For the sake of what the puppeteers began all this.
Which gave little money for water.
Three birds in a dying fire.
Far, far in war your dear.
Birds in a flickering fire.
Far, far in war your dear.
The stars shone clearly, in the window the fire flickered.
She was waiting for home, son, husband and father.
Three birds somewhere under the hail, the guys do not sleep.
While here in Kiev salutes, songs and parades.
Mom, don’t lie, tell me, when will dad come?
When I stop crying and the bed is scratching.
When will all people on the planet learn to live?
Appreciate, cherish, love, give thanks.
In nine-year-old eyes is the truth of the planet.
We are yelling, screaming, all the heroes behind the tablet.
Hearts are empty on both sides.
But where are the birds of the world, I see only ravens.
I can only see what is walking the world.
But we are all children of the world, from Donetsk and from Zhytomyr.
From Odessa, St. Petersburg, Kiev, Moscow and Minsk.
There are a lot of relatives here, there is a Slovenian registration.
I myself have cooled down, I myself filled that wasteland in my soul.
Carcasses bonfires, time to build bridges again.
The war will end sometime and will have to live.
I do not want to shoot, I want to love.
Three birds in a dying fire.
Far, far in war your dear.
Three birds in a dying fire.
Far, far in war your dear ...