The Star which is called the Sun
White snow and grey ice
On cleft crushed land
There is a city among the ruins
The City's rulled by an iron hand.
There are clouds above the City
The clouds dimming the sky light
Above the City smoke curles
People of the City fight
By the light of the star, which is called the Sun.
...The War lasts two thouthand years
The War is a large historical page
The War is the business of youth,
The remedy against old age.
Red blood and terrible wounds
Will be plain soil in just hours
It becomes grass and flowers
Land's alive again the next hour
And gets warm by the light of the star
which is called the Sun.
The destiny loves men
Who live by different rules
Who die when they are young
Who's never afraid to lose
He isn't scared of fire or a knife
He isn't interested in daily fuss
But he can transform dream to life
He is able to reach to the stars
Then he'll fall, scorched by the star, which is called the Sun.
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