I hope that fairytales lie
When you’re a son of a noisy tribe
You’ve got a burden to hide your smile
To scream, to make them cry

I hope that fairytales lie
That current days ain’t mine
Somebody looked aside
Azimuth wasn’t right
As if a captive tries
To make the mad hyenas laugh
Blessing the route

Easy to say, that life
Under the shadow of a double-headed eagle
Looks like a night
Without a Moon, without any stars
Easy to believe, there’s no light
But here is my silent summer
Here is my love
And here is this nonsensical trial

I’m sown on this land
I’ll fly around the world like a petal
But I’m sown on this land
And I won’t scream at all