Easy to fight, easy to kill and riot Easily crushing homes, broadly dropping bombs That is the only mode your kind is consoled Why d’you believe You will not receive What you conceived As a backdraught to its source Fire! Back! As a backdraught to its source Fire! Fire it all! As a backdraught to its source Cease fire, you all! Somehow it has to be stopped, Cease Fi-re! Cease fire, you all! Don't get so obsessed by the fantom quest Find what you think the best forget about the rest, Make wine from grapes of wrath it will add you zest That wIll remain Think of your own name You Are humane Then you will make your best at crest Tired? Jest! No score to East or to West Liars! Liars, you all!
Wait - don't loose your big chance breathless Don't you think you are pest confess You'll remain all your life restless change your mind don't you expect next mess
Why d'you believe You will not receive What you conceived As a backdraught to its source Fire! Back! As a backdraught to its source Fire! Fire it all! As a backdraught to its source Cease fire, you all! Somehow it has to be stopped, Cease Fi-re! Cease fire, you all!
Текст: Виктор Скляров, август 2009 Музыка: Сергей Вяхирев, Алексей Кузнецов Аранжировка: Chested Mind