[Verse] I see it now… He’s not yours, not mine, no one’s son. Born to work with empty hands, Salt of earth in broken lands. He hears the tales they tell, Dark and low… Ohhh… ohhh… ⸻ [Chorus] (широко, хор может подхватывать) The child of one land Still breathes… still alive. Oh the call of gold Sounds so divine. Wash their sins away, If you can, if you dare, But this world has no price, No prayer buys despair. ⸻ [Verse 2] Raised in ash and fading words, Where the rain erases truth. They told him: “This is fate,” So he stayed silent in his youth. No cries, no blame, Just the road… Ohhh… ohhh… ⸻ [Bridge] (минимализм, почти шёпот / хор «ааа») How much land must we divide Just to live, not choose who dies? Let me have one quiet day Without war… without the price. ⸻ [Chorus] (тише → мощнее) The child of one land Still breathes… still alive. Between the fear and the dream, Between truth and the lie. Wash their sins away, If you can, if you dare, Not with blood… But with silence and prayer. ⸻ [Outro] (очень тихо) We don’t ask for more… Just a light in the night. If there is guilt in this world — It’s not only mine.
