After the Silence — Sergey Zabirko

Текст песни

[Vocal technique: celtic vocal breaks (yodel-like register shifts), tight fast vibrato,
ornamental melismas on sustained vowels]
[Dynamics: whispery, intimate delivery in verses shifting abruptly to raw,
almost-breaking wailing cry in chorus]
[Emotional quality: fragile yet powerful, on the edge of breaking,
mournful and defiant]
[Phrasing: broken, urgent, audible breaths mid-line, conversational in quiet
passages, near-scream in climactic moments]

Years have passed, the streets rebuilt,
But the ghosts still walk where the blood was spilt,
New names carved on the same old stone,
Another child grows up alone

Tell me when the silence ends,
Tell me when the hating bends,
Every flag still hides a wound,
Every anthem sings too soon

We are the echo, not the flame,
Carrying grief without a name,
Still in your head, the fight goes on,
Still in your head, but the world moved on

Mothers pray in empty rooms,
Counting years like falling tombs,
History wears a soldier's face,
Teaching hate in a holy place

(spoken/whispered)
Not my child. Not your child.
Not this war. Not this time.

We are the echo, not the flame,
Break the chain, forget the blame,
Let the silence finally speak,
Let the strong become the meek