THE DROPS MELT ON THE WIRES
Аудиозапись
Verse 1
Dripping wires hum with melting snow,
Beyond the trees—a smoke-veiled glow.
Through blizzards and February's cry,
Someone fights toward morning light.
Pre-Chorus
Somewhere a girl in a red winter coat
Waits at "Lviv-East" station, alone...
While in trenches near Serebryanka's flow,
Wind screams through rusted iron bones.
Chorus
For the blue sky over the old garden,
For children laughing by the cliff's edge,
For a father left near Avdiivka's burden—
His son's photo tucked 'neath his helmet's ridge.
Verse 2
City orchards foam white with bloom,
But eastward—black wings carve the gloom.
A gutted tank by schoolyard walls,
Dandelions rage on its armor's pall.
Bridge
"Romashka" calls, "Romashka" pleads—
Thirty-Second's gone silent...
Only birch trees bow like beads,
Only spring stays violent.
Final Chorus
For linden trees on Khreshchatyk's shine,
For dogs howling at sirens' wail,
For the one on watch tonight,
Watching snow melt over trench-lines pale.
