[Verse 1] On the map, the lines change color, But the house knows the price of silence. In the basements, children wait for dawn, And the letters smell of dust and spring. [Pre-Chorus] Everyone has their own loss, Everyone has their own path left. When words and doors are silent, You can’t bend someone else’s pain. [Chorus] Let this voice rise higher, Than the roar of sirens and the thunder of fire. The world doesn’t start with the roof — It starts with me. Don’t call war fate, Don’t hide the living behind the word “goal”. Let Ukraine, Russia, Europe One day choose April. [Verse 2] The river carries news southward, Dry loaves are divided in half. Who was a neighbor yesterday has become an enemy, Even though we all inherited the same land. [Bridge] Washington assesses the risks, Beijing reads every step, Europe keeps someone’s lists, But grief cannot be measured in numbers and money. [Chorus] Let this voice rise higher, Than the roar of sirens and the thunder of fire. Peace does not begin on a rooftop — It begins with me. Do not call war fate, Do not hide the living behind the word “target”. Let Ukraine, Russia, Europe One day, April will be chosen. [Outro] Let those who are waiting return, Let the distant thunder subside. It’s not accusations that save people — But truth, memory, and a peaceful home. Original by Александр
