Their shadows burnt into the walls,
So many lives reduced to ashes,
So many homes razed to the ground,
A shine like from the thousand suns.
Betrayed by their proud leaders
And executed by atrocious enemies,
So many homes, so many lives,
A silent sense of guilt should rise.
A thousand books all full of vindications,
Simple explanations, coloured declarations,
Where silent sense of guilt should rise,
But a victor's story cannot lie.
Betrayed by their proud leaders.
So many homes, so many lives,
A silent sense of guilt should rise.
One modest truth they teach their children,
А victor's story, it cannot lie.
See these branded generations,
Hear, their bells are tolling,
Hear, hear them calling.
Betrayed by their proud leaders
And executed by atrocious enemies,
So many homes, so many lives,
A silent sense of guilt should rise.