Take only that which you can carry
Take the letters, icons, golden replicas
And take the wooden crucifix

We gonna run with the dogs
Gonna sleep with the cows
Gonna scoop up the water with our bare hands
Gonna wait in the camps
Call out to the dragons on banners of war

Take only that which you can carry
To the city of refugee
Візьми лише найважливіше
Візьми лише найважливіше
Візьми, візьми

Take every bit of foreign news
Of this catastrophe
Blood on women's youth, exhausted guards
Covered with snow

We gonna run with the dogs
We gonna sleep with the cows
We gonna scoop up the water with our bare hands
And the quiet of our cemetery
Take only that which you can carry
To the city of refugee
Візьми лише найважливіше
Візьми лише найважливіше
Візьми, візьми

Well, now I hear the quiet lovers muttering:
So longer down, won't be enough, done, done, done, done
Don't check them for your own name, name, name

And I'm not on the list of the dead
And I'm not on the list of the dead
And I'm not on the list of the dead, the dead, the dead
Dead