This is a cover of famous russian singer Viktor Tsoi. David Brown heard his song and wanted to make a cover, but he was afraid, that lyrics will lost its charm in translation. So he wrote his own, and altered melody of the chorus. This version is great, and I love to listen it (as almost all the songs of this band), but I'd like to post here a rough translation, just for you to get an image of its original variant.
White snow, grey ice
On the cracked earth
Like a patchwork blanket
A city lies on it in a road loop
And above the city the clouds float
Covering the skylight
And above the city there is yellow smoke
The city has lived for two thousand years
Under the light of the star
Named Sun
And two thousand years the war lasts
A war without certain reasons
The war is the issue of the young ones
A medicine against wrinkles
The red, red blood
In an hour is only ground
In two there are flowers and grass on it
In three it is alive again
And kept warm by the beams of the star
Named Sun
And we know it was always like that
That the Fate loves more the ones
Who live by other laws
And who will die young
He doesn't remember the words "yes" or "no"
He doesn't remember neither ranks nor names
And able to reach the stars
As he considers it's not a dream
And fall burnt by the star
Named Sun
This is a cover of famous russian singer Viktor Tsoi. David Brown heard his song and wanted to make a cover, but he was afraid, that lyrics will lost its charm in translation. So he wrote his own, and altered melody of the chorus. This version is great, and I love to listen it (as almost all the songs of this band), but I'd like to post here a rough translation, just for you to get an image of its original variant.
White snow, grey ice On the cracked earth Like a patchwork blanket A city lies on it in a road loop And above the city the clouds float Covering the skylight And above the city there is yellow smoke The city has lived for two thousand years Under the light of the star Named Sun
And two thousand years the war lasts A war without certain reasons The war is the issue of the young ones A medicine against wrinkles The red, red blood In an hour is only ground In two there are flowers and grass on it In three it is alive again And kept warm by the beams of the star Named Sun
And we know it was always like that That the Fate loves more the ones Who live by other laws And who will die young He doesn't remember the words "yes" or "no" He doesn't remember neither ranks nor names And able to reach the stars As he considers it's not a dream And fall burnt by the star Named Sun