The rain falls over the ruins of Bahmut
Tanks, with Z painted on them, burn in the fields
Silence is a luxury during these battles
Where every artillery shell equals a casualty
Yesterday’s hardened criminals become today’s dead heroes
The rain falls over the ruins of Bahmut
Tanks, with Z painted on them, burn in the fields
Silence is a luxury during these battles
Where every artillery shell equals a casualty
Yesterday’s hardened criminals become today’s dead heroes
Until the Gulag Archipelago of prisons is depleted
But the bloody rain still descends from sunrise to sunset
Trucks with young men slowly rumble
To kill, to rape, to lute, to kidnap children
While only coffins come back from the front
Time to wake up, underground comrades
From Belarus to Kazakhstan to Crimea
Stand up to nuclear rattling, no nuke in Belarus
Sacrifice war ideology and Putin’s promises
Let’s speak peace, Slavic brothers, now
Before we become un-human, demolishing
The ancient history of common Christianity
The rain will not wash all the blood spilled
The sky remains fire-red and dark in the Ukraine
One candle burns in a broken window
Damn the war, sing praises for the heroes
A eulogy for peace on the edge of mass graves
As the rain drops beat the drums of WWIII
Maybe it’s already here, only the rain knows
