Our eyes went dark,
And the mouths are sewn up with a silver needle,
We plugged our ears and can't even hear
Exploding mines behind him.
Fly words empty,
And phrases loud, metaphors fly.
They hit our hearts like bullets,
Neither compassion nor feelings boil over.
They closed their lips tightly.
Find a soul among evil people,
That she would speak without fear and freely,
Not dodging slaps and stones.
Our age screams, but its mouth is closed,
All power belongs to the sacks again!
We have handed ourselves over to indifference,
We don't trust our flaming hearts.