Текст песни
They marched through the snow, driven by the cold wind
Hands cracked and bleeding, sleepless nights in their eyes pinned
Falling to dust at dawn, but rising to the light
To build us cities from clay and stone, from fight
They swallowed hunger with hope, asking no questions
Riding their horses through centuries covered in ashes
Their paths led through blood, through pain, through tears
So tomorrow could begin for us, free of fears
They built the world from deserted, burnt-out walls
Raised homes from rubble, from wounds in silent halls
Gave warmth even to those who left only a shade
So we could live in lights, not a dim war blaze
But sated by the light, we forget why it burns
Trading it for gold, forgetting what took years to earn
We don’t value the work that whispers from the earth deep
And walk in their steps, unaware of the cost they keep
We live among the light won through centuries of pain
In houses where warmth isn’t a gift, but always remained
We measure success as others’, gauging it in gold
And greed, like a shadow, turns us into enemies, cold
We throw words that cut sharper than steel
We break bridges that stood in the sun for real
In glass displays, freedom is traded by our hands
While a different winter slowly grows in our lands
They built the world from deserted, burnt-out walls
Raised homes from rubble, from wounds in silent halls
Gave warmth even to those who left only a shade
So we could live in lights, not a dim war blaze
But sated by the light, we forget why it burns
Trading it for gold, forgetting what took years to earn
We don’t value the work that whispers from the earth deep
And walk in their steps, unaware of the cost they keep
We stand at the ruins that once shone like a banner
Taking stones in our hands, to rebuild floor by floor
But we know — a century will pass, others will crush our labor
Repeating our path, just like we did before
We lay bricks like prayers, in the foundation of sunset
Hoping the grandchildren won’t throw them into the abyss of time
But history writes in circles, refusing collapse
And we enter that circle, the only horizon we grasp
They built the world from deserted, burnt-out walls
Raised homes from rubble, from wounds in silent halls
Gave warmth even to those who left only a shade
So we could live in lights, not a dim war blaze
But sated by the light, we forget why it burns
Trading it for gold, forgetting what took years to earn
We don’t value the work that whispers from the earth deep
And walk in their steps, unaware of the cost they keep
It’s a circle that spins slowly, merciless and tight
Where yesterday’s dawn becomes a new sunset’s light
And for every “tomorrow” we pay with shattered gardens
That once bloomed in the hands of those who can’t return them
We trade centuries like coins on desert wind
But the pattern remains — destroy, build, repeat again
And while we walk this path, long sunk in time
We cannot understand how to continue the climb
They built the world from deserted, burnt-out walls
But will we have the strength to break free from this loop?
May descendants not know what it means to lose the beauty of villages
And not see pride traded for gold, poison, and gifts
We are responsible for the light burning in our clenched hands
For the roads that tomorrow may begin without pain or dark
Perhaps it’s time to break this circle and remain in the ages
Without destroying what they dreamed to build
