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