Zvezda po imeni Solntse / A star called the Sun

And there's a war over two thousand years,
War without any special reasons.
War is the business of the young,
A cure for wrinkles.

Blood, red blood
In an hour it's just ground
In two there are flowers and grass on it
In three it's alive again
And warmed with the rays of the star
By the name of the Sun...