Pass me the bottle and look to my eyes
Let us tear down the curtain and speak of our times
There is a crack in the skin of hope and belief
Perhaps if we talk we can see what it is
The trees the trees are breathing despair
Because some fools drilled holes in the air
And it is raining in Kyev
But nothing is wet for what falls
On the heads of women and men
Are the tears of a world torn by our greed and our lies
Aha there is a wound in the night
Aha the moon is covered in wine
Aha but the candle is alight
Won't stay for a while
Let us imagine a sign
Tell me your fortunes and tell me your curse
Days are like knives when you plunge into yourself
There's a war in the West there is a war in East
And only the rich have got tickets to flee
The winds the winds are stuck in the graves
And the ghosts they are praying for change
We know it will come but before we are done
Can we toast to the ones who were broken and shun
By the hammer of hearts prone to the greed and the lies
Aha there is a wound in the night
Aha the moon is covered in wine
Aha but the candle is alight
Won't stay for a while
Let us imagine a sign
Pass me the bottle and look to my eyes
Let us tear down the curtain and speak of our times
There is a crack in the skin of hope and belief
Perhaps if we talk we can see what it is