Текст песни Диана Прокопив - Баллада

Field, sleeping field
A field without edge and without end.
Sky, clear sky,
I raise my eyes with anguish.
Field, the bitter smell of wormwood
Fog over the river, dew on the leaves.
Traveler, weary traveler
Listen carefully to what the earth is crying about.
The clanging of swords, the grinding of chain mail, the groans of the earth.
You drank so much blood and tears then.
Someone's husbands, someone's sons, someone's fathers,
Someone fell and closed their eyes forever.
Field, sleeping field
And the girl walked along the path
Only this path has long been overgrown with real life and grass.
Field, the bitter smell of wormwood
Fog over the river, dew on the leaves.
Traveler, weary traveler
Listen carefully to what the earth is crying about.
The clanging of swords, the grinding of chain mail, the groans of the earth.
You drank so much blood and tears then.
Someone's husbands, someone's sons, someone's fathers,
Someone fell and closed their eyes forever.
Someone fell and closed their eyes forever.