Джамала (Jamala) 1944 (piano) ^минус

When strangers are coming...
They come to your house,
They kill you all and say,
We not guilty, not guilty.

Where is your mind?
Humanity cries.
You think you are gods.
But everyone dies.
Don't swallow my soul.
Our souls

(Яшлыгъыма тоялмадым
Мен бу ерде яшылмадым)

We could build the future
Where people are free
to live and love.
The happiest time.

Where is your heart?
Humanity rise.
You think you are gods
But everyone dies.
Don't swallow my soul.
Our souls.

(Яшлыгъыма тоялмадым
Мен бу ерде яшылмадым)