Петр Налич

There's no sun in the sky
There's no sun in the sky
There's no sun in the sky, no gods
Would you go that far?
Would you go that far?
Through the oceans and seas
Through the mountains and seas
Would you find black oak?
Would you find black oak?
On the middle hill
On the middle road
On the middle hill
On the middle road
Oak we'll whisper words
Words will link in chains
That one once envied the sun
And shot the sun
One once loaded a gun
And shot the sun
And you`ll ask black oak:
Why do you know about sun?
'Cause one once buried the sun
Under black oak
One once loaded a gun
And shot the sun
One once buried the sun
Under black oak