The sweetness of the moon has gone,

And the memory's fume remained...
Smell of war is waving on the air
And this sense of fear is getting over me...

If I could fly to another place,
Where the moon would face to me,
And wouldn't hide...
Oh oh he wouldn't hide
In a place....

Chorus: Where mother can sing to her child,
Some lullaby, sweet lullaby.
Like it was the first time,
Like it was the first breathe
When he born to the world's madness
Now we all full in sadness...

Tears are falling through my fingers,
"
Flowers" are shooting over people...
Pain and blood,
Pain and blood...

If I could fly to another place,
Where the moon would face to me,
And wouldn't hide...
Oh oh he wouldn't hide.
In a place...

Chorus: Where mother can sing to her child,
Some lullaby, sweet lullaby.
Like it was the first time,
Like it was the first breathe
When he born to the world's madness
Now we all full in sadness...

But I still can't find the moon,
Like I can't find the hope...
It's so hard when you're in the beginning of a fall-
...In a beginning of a war