Розенбаум - 01 А может, не было войны - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Or maybe there was no war and all this dreamed: devastated land, executions and concentration camps, Hatin and mass graves? Or maybe there was no war, and the father from the birth of a scars, no one died of a bullet, and the mushroom did not stand over the world, and the mother was not afraid of the ghetto? Or maybe there was no war, and the children did not sleep at the machine tools, and the women in the dead villages did not suffocate in the fields, laying his shoulder on a stupid wind? People, we feed ourselves with bread alone, the sky is given to us all, one earth has raised us people, alone on all roads, only sorrows and anxieties, let it be a dream and my story. Let it be a dream and my story. Or maybe there was no war? They did not drive the Germans by the stage, and the lampshade made of leather is bluff, and Mussolini - the stuffy lion, was there gestapo in Paris? Or maybe there was no war? And the "shmaiser" - a children's toy, a diary, flooded with blood of the Russian Academy of Sciences, was not written by Anna Frank, Berlin did not hear the thunder of guns? Or maybe there was no war, and the world came up with it? But why do the old people cry so in May from longing? - One night I thought. Or maybe there was no war, and people dreamed of people?