Burning in the eyes, blocking up the sun,
among the echoes of the screams of yesterday's children,
We are strangers
in a crowd of people with guns,
like armless lambs in the eyes of bloodthirsty beasts and their grasping fingers.
A hindrance...
Let it be just a nightmare,
Let it be just a nightmare,
Only a mist...
Covering each other
at the corners of our homes,
in the cold cellars and empty stops,
We're reading, we're whispering prayers,
forgetting about the sharp nails
in our own hands...
There's no one who understands
Until they go through hell themselves...
It's tense...
Our future has become a fog -
a white door that we cannot enter...
But there's no hatred anymore,
No hatred!
We poured love into jars,
splashing the last drop
from the bottom to the ruins of the path...
Undressing each other,
Reflecting the scars,
We live, we leave, we pass...
Away like stars
in the abyss of the black pupils...