28.04.2024
Dolphin - 744 Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
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The sky is screaming in the voices of young boysWar dances in a scorched field
Corpses of heroes everywhere
Heroes out of books we haven't finished reading yet
As if they were playing in the back yard
Everyone stained by black currant
A state which orders kids to die
Will always call itself motherland
Grass reaches towards the sun through their fingers
Wind carries away the snowflakes of future dandelions
The living, with rolled-up sleeves of their soiled shirts
Are taking dead boys back home
And what, should i feel proud now
For being the father of a dead fucking hero?
But the granite hardness of the name in gold
Is no living heart
Wind tears my clothes away
I am now lighter than flower pollen
Flying through time in heavenly boundlesness
Hidden in the heart of the last spring
No, i am not against the senselessness of war
Keep slicing chunks of meat off of each other, god speed
To the shining white of bone
To the glistening smoothness of skulls
I am already mortally wounded anyway
But i have not yet entered every warm sea
You keep waging war, yeah, keep doing that, just somewhere far and apart
Keep fighting desperately for your misery
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