I carry my song through so many centuries
The mission of it not to forget who we are.
Through the foggy perception, rainy desceptions
It will be able to heal all the scars.

Keep my song deep in your heart
Someday [bad word] back and to return it to me

100 years should have been passing from this time
To heal the wounds or to cover them with an ice.
100 hopes should disappear to understand
How important it was for us to meet each other.

The storm is not over, but it is not stronger
Without hate we could live our happy life
But all this game will be not in vain,
You'll find nothing good in all flattering looks.

When your [bad word] dies because of hypocrisy,
Remember my song and return it to me...