Zelensky: You send your words across the air Promises made with a statesman’s flair But words alone don’t shield the pain My people freeze in the cold and rain Too little, too late, my friends, I see! You don’t want war, but what about me? Your armor stands in dusty rows, while my homeland burns and the sorrow grows Scholz and Biden say the same: “We must be cautious with Putins games" But cautious steps are slow to run, And promises fade before we’ve won Too little, too late, my friends, I see, You don’t want war, but what about me? Your armor stands in dusty rows, While my homeland burns and the sorrow grows These NATO friends try to cheer me up, but won’t let me join their tennis club Well, I love to dine with that Brussels dame The one with a speech and a famous name Too little, too late, my friends, I see! You don’t want war, but what about me? Your armor stands in dusty rows, while my homeland burns and the sorrow grows So I sing to you, with my old guitar, from a land that burns, from a place afar. Let the fire you see be more than glow, for history remembers those who show!