Баста!

Belarusian Diaspora of Australia / Беларуская дыяспара у Аустралii / Беларуская диаспора в Австралии
Walls He was inspired and young There were countless of them He was leading cities on the square With the song that the light is near And they lit the candles for him The smoke floated above the square He was singing: let's destroy the prison They were singing after him Destroy the prison walls If you long for freedom, then take it The wall will promtly fall, fall, fall And bury the old world Destroy the prison walls If you long for freedom, then take it The wall will promtly fall, fall, fall And bury the old world They knew the words by heart, and the singing Was being carried through streets in a way That blood was boiling and so did fury And hearts were beating together They were clapping with one hundred thousand hands, and the rhythm Was fighting the foes outright They were marching on the walls across the entire old world And yet he was playing and singing And so a many-thousand march rose up An entire warrior host You could demolish monuments And break down pavement into stones Everybody heard, his…