Остров добрых надежд - Хватит войны
текст песни

Birds are scattered across the sky.
Dark glare above our heads.
Broken grapes, a scattering of dreams.
Someone whispers from your shoulder: “Enough of the war”

The sky was stinging with flashes to the right,
Flashes of light from the left stung the ambush.
Tomorrow knocked on anxious days,
under the door moaned: “Enough of the war”

Something doesn't work at the fifth fret,
I forgot my fingers - they bled on the string.
The rain did not cry - it washed the dugouts.
Winds under the patches...Enough war!