On that border
It was written just like that
The last one to leave, turn off the light and then
So that no one can see
Where
This poor country is
Among the ruins
An old man stayed there
With his pain almost dry because
Too many tears have already fallen, oh yes
They create emptiness inside him
I can't leave from here, he said
My feet are too tired and then
This land is my land, see there
I planted that cherry tree myself
And in a few months, it will bloom
As a sign of hope, it will bloom again
And seeing this long trail
My heart tightens more than ever

Seeing
That they will leave
All the friends
All the voices
They will leave
Even the birds
As soon as it's day
They will leave
Away from here
Away from this bad luck
This winter at the door
That will blow more cold

They will leave
All the things
The young brides
They will leave
To who knows where
How much road will it take
Before stopping a bit, oh

On that border
If it was written more or less like this
The last one to leave, turn off the light and then
Never come back again
Until the time comes
The good time of common sense
For humanity
On that border, uh, oh

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