Анна Март, Дим Ри - Огни
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O sky, it hurts me
It hurts me to watch the false stars fall
O sky, involuntarily
You have become an accomplice to the birds that destroy their nests
It hurts me to look at the fire, at the agony of light
Antennas stare into the void, awaiting a response

Scarlet flowers have blossomed on the dress
And arms have opened in a final embrace
O sky, look into this gaze, growing cold
Lying like a leaden fog on the alleys
On the thin grasses and brittle branches
Where the robber winds roar loudly
We will no longer let them pluck innocent flowers
We work for our sisters, brothers

O sky, it hurts me
To watch the winds fan the fires in the east
O sky, enough
Looking down on people, your morals are cruel
It hurts us to accept the emptiness, the simplicity of expectation
Who, more often than death, makes appointments with the soul

We are leaving, leaving, leaving, Guys
Having traded our lives for a sister or brother
For parents, and for children, if necessary
This is the choice of love, this is the soldier's fate
We will return, we will return, we will return one day
Not as shells, but as seeds we will fall upon the fields
Life will sprout again through the black earth
We will come as children to our new families