Текст песни Коrsика - Neverland

My city in fire
Around everything melts and melts.
My city in fire
And even birds do not fly.
My city in fire
And it was quietly just yesterday,
When we played,
Well, now around war.
War!
Who needs all this dirt?
War.
You stop at least an hour!

At least for an hour
Let all the trunks be told
At least for an hour
Let the worlds conclude
At least for an hour
So that only wounds to slide.
We need to know
For what we go to fight.
For that country
Which is not the most in the world.
For that country
Where they love bread and even snow.
For that country
In which in love with the age.
But for the country,
Where they appreciate the name of the person.
Where are the name of the person!