And when they bombed other people's homes, we protested

But not enough, we opposed them but not enough 

In my bed, around my bed America, was falling 

Invisible house by invisible house by invisible house

 I took a chair outside and watched the sun 

In the sixth month of a disastrous reign 

In the house of money 

In the street of money 

In the city of money

In the country of money 

Our great country of money we (forgive us)

Lived happily through the war 

                                                                                                            - Ilya Kaminsky