"The lanterns are no longer lit here, the pure light does not shine from the windows of the houses.

We won't hear the laughter of children on the playground, the ruins, the ruins of past troubles.

We don't see any more living people here, they all lie under the ruins of the city walls.

Shell fragments and mine pits, and there's no life here, damn the war.

Here in September, we won't hear the first bell ring, and we won't go to a cafe with the kids, our house is no longer here, an enemy drone has broken the hopes of our hearts.

There are no lanterns burning here, no clear light shining from the windows of houses, ruins, ruins in every yard, because of this damn war.

There are no lanterns burning here, no clear light shining from the windows of the houses, there are graves in every yard, because of this damn war.

We won't hear birds singing here, they don't live on dead ground. And the photo from the park of joyful faces, we will not see, it is no more.

People got married here, raised children, and tried to build a happy life. The enemy was not asleep, destroyed everything in an instant, left ruins, but the Russian spirit cannot be broken.

There are no lanterns burning here, no clear light shining from the windows of the houses, there are graves in every yard, because of this damn war.

There are no lanterns burning here, no clear light shining from the windows of houses, ruins, ruins in every yard, because of this damn war.