In The dusty Kiev streets it is deadly $#&@ing grey,
And the voices on the radio all speak of prophesy?


But the wormwood in the air left a bitter taste in my mouth?

So I drink to our legacy, take the poison or starve?

I kiss my love with strontium lips, and then I kiss my $$# goodbye

Because it's just like Babi Yar,

It's just like Holodomor,
Again they'll turn our land of dreams
Into a continental boneyard


In The dusty Kiev streets today it is deadly $#&@ing grey?


So I drink to our legacy, take the poison or starve?
I kiss my love with strontium lips, and then I kiss my $$# goodbye


Because it's just like Babi Yar,
It's just like Holodomor,
Again they'll turn our land of dreams

Into a continental boneyard