Enemies can become blood brothers,
The history of all peoples is in blood,
Harm, hatred and bitter curses,
In soul of people there is no place for love.
Everyone in the world wants to live
They wanna get to heaven at expense
That was – has passed, but malicious people
In their souls long dozes the wild animal
The twentieth century. It seemed, wars will not be,
But blood spills, as earlier, and now.
Though peace both speeches, and clothes,
Sympathy in soul have not found,
That it becomes better, weak there is no hope,
And a modern history is in blood.