дети немой страны (children of the mute country)

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We are destined to endure this
Because we are children of the mute country
Children of endless roads
Endless fields and endless winter
Destined to keep it within ourselves
Because we are children of the blind country
And we are children of panel houses
Multiplied dreams and most untrue words
And even after a hundred years
I won't find an answer
And even after a hundred centuries
Centuries worn through
Centuries not seeing the light
No matter how many days pass
I won't forget
What tore my heart apart
Killed hopes and burned dreams