Текст песни Biograff - Сотни лет...

The sky is crying in gray
The wind is angry playing with the rain
Masked leaves hiding
White fire having fun

The dark forest was covered with paintings
On which the silhouettes of war
Rockets pierced trees
The mighty breath of a thunderstorm

We sit at home and don't know the hassle
We drink wine and smoke tobacco
A new sunrise awaits us tomorrow
We will sing and dance

We don't care about greens and copper
In our eyes, sadness and delight
Here we are hundreds of years old
And here we look again east

The sky is crying in gray
The wind is angry playing with the rain
Masked leaves hiding
White fire having fun