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The ground at my feet parted
The wind blew away
And there is only pain in my soul
And in my soul there is only sadness.
The heart used to freeze
Seeing the banner of trouble.
We were born too late
Nobody needs us.

Stray bullets through the sun
They make their way to us.
They do not know what we love
And we bring the sky to our feet.
The target hit the sights
The striker is tensioned in the barrel.
The limits of their lives are near
And a hundred glasses on the table.

Chorus:
We see life as luck
Looking back.
Hiding the last day of life
We fly to our skies.
Broken hopes for a meeting
We believe we will be lucky.
From the depths of lying walls
We are flying to the last flight.

We believe we will return
But let's not go back.
We strive to burn out all memory
Fill in just a glance.
We were born too late
We are never lucky.
Throwing wings on my back
We are in a hurry for the last flight.

Chorus.

and in the last breath
seeing the land of the fathers
breaking the distance
fell into the mountains of shackles
sharp daggers in the heart
silence stuck in dreams
opening the door of silence
war comes into the world ...