Lyrics Їжаки - Лист додому

Sprinkle bullets over your head
And I'm in the trench, with your thoughts
I write the words that I have to say
What we need to win is extremely
Breeds of radio and television
Take apart, though, their interpretation
Where is Judah, and where is the hero?
We will not break even with you
Mom .............

Empty was in those cities
Where does the enemy roll out?
Who is my enemy, and who is my brother?
Again, Mom, flying shell
The candle shines, it burns out
Darkness is no longer frightening
Again it will shrink, well, let it
I'll write, you just wait
        Chorus
Mother, there is life under the hailstones
Between green and ambush
There is already someone who has become a ghost here
Well, I, Mom, are still under the clouds

There is one who became a ghost
Well, I, Mom, is already over the clouds