[Verse 1]
How many songs are still left unsung?
Tell me, cuckoo bird, sing me your song
Should I live my life in the city streets
Or in exile far from home
Lie down like a stone
Or burn like a star, a star?

[Chorus]
Oh, my sun, take a look at me—
My open hand has turned into a fist
And if there’s gunpowder, give me fire
Like this

[Verse 2]
Who will walk the path alone ahead?
The strong and brave ones did
They gave their lives in battle, on the field
Few remain in bright memory
With sobеr mind and steady
Hand in the ranks, in the linе

[Chorus]
Oh, my sun, take a look at me—
My open hand has turned into a fist
And if there’s gunpowder, give me fire
Like this
[Verse 3]
Where are you now, my long-lost freedom?
With whom today
Do you greet the tender dawn? Just say
It was good with you, but it’s hard without—
My head and shoulders
Bow with patience under the whip, the whip

[Chorus]
Oh, my sun, take a look at me—
My open hand has turned into a fist
And if there’s gunpowder, give me fire
Like this
Oh, my sun, take a look at me—
My open hand has turned into a fist
And if there’s gunpowder, give me fire
Like this