THE STAR WHICH WE CALL SUN Victor Tsoi, 1989 Am Snow is white ice is grey C On the broken with fissures soil Dm Like a patchwork quilt lies on it G City rounded by road's coil Am And above there're running clouds C Which are hiding the light of sky Dm And above there's yellow smoke G City has grown old by Dm Am Two thousand years under lights of the star which we call Sun And two thousand years war goes on No one knows what is the wage / OR: No one knows because of what The war is the business of youth The cure against the old age / OR: The medicine against growing old Here we can see the red blood After hour it absorbs into ground After two there're flowers and gra** After three it's rebirthing at once And is caressed and warmed by the rays of the star which we call Sun And we know it will continue for years That the man who is loved by fate Lives according to other laws And the date of his d**h won't be late He can't remember the words YES and NO He remembers neither ranks nor names He can reach the far-away stars Not concerning it to be a dream And to fall down dead-burnt by heat of the star which we call Sun To contact me: