Whistled a tune,
And fell on the table,
Ate a small prune,
And rolled down the ashes

Of forgotten tunes,
Yes - I hold no more pretense.
The world feels like a room,
Let's share a hug, my dear friend.

Devils lurk everywhere,
Push the pedal to the floor.
Life's fleeting, so beware,
No regrets for the burned core.

In fields so open wide,
Angels dance with cornflowers.
We feel free with no divide,
No burning, no heart's sour.

Sasha's and Ilya's faces
Will meet me up in the sky.
Bread and vodka, that's enough
Can't do without, can't deny.

Why should we weep and moan?
No need to suffer in vain.
Heaven's not just sunshine alone,
Blizzards too hold beauty and gain!

We'll share tales of all things,
From sunrise to sunset,
From mountains of soot that cling
To bitter marmalade

That we ate
After battles were no more.
Captivity then our fate,
At home, sat still like before.

Whistled a tune,
And fell on the table.
Ate a small prune,
And rolled down the ashes

Of forgotten tunes,
Yes - I hold no more pretense.
The world feels like a room,
Let's share a hug, my dear friend.