by ourselves, we’ll be a part of a dust;

So it’s too close to the III World War –

I don’t wanna be a warrior.

I just want to be a Human,

Keep calm, and live with a humour,

And I want to hear the laugh,

And, once, want to fall in love…

We should be happy, anyway;

But now I feel, that I’m insane,

And listening to this silence,

Hear only the scream of the violence…

Why can’t people be more kind?