White snow, grey ice,
On the cracked ground.
There is a patchwork quilt on it -
A city in a ring of roads.
And the clouds are floating over the city,
blocking out the heavenly light.
And yellow smoke hangs over the city.,
This city is two thousand years old,
and it lived by the light of a star
In the name of the Sun...
and two thousand years of war,
Wars for no particular reason.
War is the lot of the young and a cure for wrinkles.
Red, scarlet blood -
In an hour it will be just earth,
Two days later, flowers and grass are already growing on her,
and three days later she is alive again.
And warmed by the rays of the Star
In the name of the Sun...
and we know that it has always been so,
Who do we love more by the will of Fate,
Who lives by someone else's laws
And who should die young.
He doesn't remember the word "yes" or the word "no",
He doesn't remember any titles or names.
And he is able to reach the stars,
But it's just a dream.,
And fall, scorched by a star
By name the Sun…