The light that we call the sunshine

Pure snow, dirty ice
Make the soil underneath erode,
And the rug of the town just lies,
Сlamped by the loop of the road.
And the clouds o'er the city came down
To conceal all the heaven's glow
With the yellow smog of the town
That was built a long time ago.

Thousands of years by the light
That we call the sunshine...
 
Oh, those centuries, full of fight!
The fight with no reason and truth,
A kind of young men's rite,
A drug for eternal youth.
Oceans of red, red blood
Turn into the soil to revive,
Then the grass will grow from the mud
To become completely alive

And to warm itself by the light
That we call the sunshine...
 
There's a wisdom we always knew
That their fortune was not so cruel,
Made them follow another rule,
Made them die after college or school.
They don't care what people tell them, yes or no,
They remember neither names nor degrees,
They could even reach the stars on their own,
And consider it not a dream,
Falling down, burning down from the light
That we call the sunshine.