Кукушка [Kukushka] [English translation]

How many songs out there still to be written?

Cuckoo the prophet, tell me.

Should I move away, should I stay in here?

Keep low I should, or shine like a star up high,

Flying?

My little sunshine, look at me now.

My hand has clenched, no hand - but a fist.

If you have flint, then give me some fire.

That's it.

Who is brave enough to follow this way?

All the brave are gone,

Folks we knew all lost in battle their lives.

Few are sane today, few have kept their mind

Clear and unspoilt, few among us are able

To fight.

My little sunshine, look at me now.

My hand has clenched, no hand - but a fist.

If you have flint, then give me some fire.

That's it.

Fraternity, Freedom , what's become of you?

Who's the one to wake

Equality up this morning, and where?

Good to be with you, and so bad without.

I'm alone, my back is clubbed more and more. Again... Again.

My little sunshine, look at me now.

My hand has clenched, no hand - but a fist.

If you have flint, then give me some fire.

That's it.