Текст песни Полетели пули в спины сыновей - Полились рекою слёзы матерей

Bullet flew back to sons
Tears flowed like a river of mothers
Dry throat weeping fathers
Not enough, the sky, there are no words

I'm burning can not help Bitter Tears
Woe to not overpower drunken trouble
And draw not take the hand of troubles
Stop the World I want to go

Chorus:

The sky is crying quietly late storm
Sky quietly asks people wait
If your heart does not find love
This is repeated again

Heaven, tell me, the sky give an answer
Our children are dying, eating dark light
Help me, oh heaven, is like to accommodate
And to whom I believe and whom to love

Chorus:

The sky is crying quietly late storm
Sky quietly asks people wait
If your heart does not find love
This is repeated again

The sky is crying quietly late storm
Sky quietly asks people wait
If your heart does not find love
This is repeated again