Текст песни Розенбаум - 01 А может, не было войны

Or maybe there was no war. And people dreamed all this: Devastated land, Executions and concentration camps, Khatyn and mass graves? Or maybe there was no war, And my father had scars from birth, No one died from a bullet, And a mushroom did not rise above the world, And mother was not afraid of the ghetto? Or maybe there was no war, And the children didn’t sleep at the machines, And the women in the perishing villages Did not choke on the fields, Laying their shoulders on the cold wind? People, we feed ourselves alone with bread, One is given to us all for heaven, One earth has nurtured us People, alone for all of us are dear, Some sorrows and worries, May my dream be a dream. Let it be a dream and my story. Or maybe there was no war? They didn’t drive the Germans by the stage, And the lampshade made of leather was a bluff, And Mussolini was a puffed lion. Was there no Gestapo in Paris? Or maybe there was no war? And Schmeiser - a children's toy, A diary covered in blood of wounds, Was not written by Anne Frank, Berlin did not hear the thunder of guns? Or maybe there was no war, And the world invented it for himself? But why, then, do old people cry in May from longing? - One night, I thought. Or maybe there was no war, And people all dreamed about it?