Текст песни
An old oak holds the sky in its hands
Father and Mira build up our home
Yara is laughing — there in her hair
Sunlight is tangled from mother’s sweet dreams
Family is not made of steel but of warm, living names
Bronya touches the walls with her palm
Stronger than concrete — this law is ours
Where everyone’s sheltered from fear and change
Family is not made of stone but of faithful hearts
Yara’s laughter lights up the dark
Mira by the fire keeps our peace
And gives this home its warmth and spark
Mother will brew up silence in a pot
Softening corners of cold winter winds
Yara keeps painting spring on the windows
While Mira lays firewood into the hearth
Family is not made of steel but of warm, living names
Bronya touches the walls with her palm
Stronger than concrete — this law is ours
Where everyone’s sheltered from fear and change
Family is not made of stone but of faithful hearts
Yara’s laughter lights up the dark
Mira by the fire keeps our peace
And gives this home its warmth and spark
Four corners, one height
Father and mother — our guiding line
Yara and Bronya — living water
Mira keeps the fire alive
