And there were no streets, faces, or squares
As if mom hadn’t returned from her visit
No shadows, no light, the torch is out
Only black color from all the pencils
Quiet in the intercoms, don’t expect a response
We’ve long been gone from home, and there’s no home
Zhuchka got lost, the ficus dried up
And all the good gods took away by the hand
High up, like a star at Christmas
Deep, like water beating in a well
Good, like in mama’s belly
Take a step, and there’s already a limit
And the doors closed, no passing through
And the beasts that were once human howled
The candle flame froze in anticipation
Can’t recognize them from the cells, can’t distinguish faces
They took away the gray-haired, and the rosy-cheeked babes
God left no one in the basement
Can’t hear the echo, can’t count the days
Is everything clearer to him from above?
High up, like a star at Christmas
Deep, like water beating in a well
Good, like in mama’s belly
Take a step, and there’s already a limit
High up, like a star at Christmas
Deep, like water beating in a well
Good, like in mama’s belly
Take a step, and there’s already a limit