стихи Геннадия Свистунова
перевод на английский Яндекс
музыка Суно
Pigeons are starving, there is no food for them anymore
This is unbearable, Mom!
I can already hear the bugle sounds.
He trumpeted that there was no point anymore.
In bitter despair, singing across the river
No one believes in the bugler's predictions.
And who is he?
A long life will seem like heaven
Who are we and where are we?
Let him show you with his hand
Who are we now and where are we going?
He knows only eternal peace
There, far away across the river, we can only hear sounds from there.
You can only do your own thing.
Leave the rest
There is only inaction ahead.
Wheat and steel
Just steel and wheat