Bullet holes

What's the cost of casting glance At my brothers' and my sisters' eyes? I'm goin' to become a ghost With gasp. I won't let freedom die under the smokey skies. I see green grass that turned blood red, And if it is not me, then who? I know there's something after death, At where I'm goin' to. Over the years, I've realized what means the "bulletproof" It's not about an iron skin, because it means the tomb That clearly demonstrates That a person's views were strong And straight, that let all people understand The firmness of their faith. The time now stops. I can see every falling leaf. The time now stops. I understand that I believe. The time now stops. But I can move, and so I stand. The time now goes. I'm runnin' till the end. No sounds here. Just dirt and blood. No sounds still have come to my ear. I only want to hear my God. First bullet hole. But I don't care. I see my family on a walk In Moscow on the square. The second one. But I don't really feel it. See myself a child on a bicycle, four-wheel. That was the third or even fifth one? I'm goin' to... Lie. Down. And now I hear a tuneful peal. Thus it is my last round. I open eyes and see. I'm not in front of God, but Goddess! I've never seen such a beauty. She isn't like the others. But I'm not in heaven. Where? I realize now, breathing most fresh air. I see my brother's happy eyes. And there are only two words. My bullet holes are worth them both, Because these are: "We won".