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They stole my language from me
My mind is dead like an old tree now
Now it’s a language of pain
Of mothers crying in the rain

Now Russian is the language of death
Now Russian is the language of war
Now it's the language of last breath
Ask Germans for the score

When I'm thinking in Russian
I always stumble on shame
Eyes of an Ukrainian boy
Killed while playing the game

When I'm speaking in Russian
My voice is sinking and low
Cause every sound of those words
Turns to the noise of a drone

They stole our language from us
Now every word tastes of rust
The words of war, the words of blood
They drag us down to the mud

My language was charm and a dream
But now when I'm speaking I scream
For million lives, for stolen years
For mothers cries, for buried tears

Now Russian is the language of death
Now Russian is the language of war
Now it's the language of last breath
Ask Germans for the score

When I'm thinking in Russian
I always stumble on shame
Eyes of an Ukrainian boy
Killed while playing the game

When I'm speaking in Russian
My voice is sinking and low
Cause every sound of those words
Turns to the noise of a drone...

People, people without a language
People, people without a language
People, people without a language
People...