Andrey Shigin

There will be no peace for the huts, as long as the palaces flourish...

Andrey Shigin

A man hurries across the earth

"Amidst the hustle and bustle, A man hurries across the earth

And whispers to someone: "Please,
Pause the century!

I want to breathe my fill, Interrupting the endless run..." But there is not a single chance To pause the century.

The previous century was cruel
And the current one is also cruel. How can you find in the bloody stream
The source of this cruelty?

Newspaper lines snake, Spitting poisonous saliva, Hot spots are scattered across the map Like a plague rash,

Fighters rise from the trenches like targets in a devilish shooting gallery.

And the huts dream of peace... But the palaces are delirious with war.

Where to, where to, where to  Is a man in a hurry on the earth? He himself won't say, even if He pauses the century.

Under the groans and volleys of guns
The chests swell with gold.

And there will be no peace for the huts, As long as the palaces flourish..."

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Author.

Andrey Shigin is in complete harmony with me...

"Peace to the huts, war to the palaces!"