Текст песни Андрей Земсков - Песня в раскате грозы

In our souls are free,
          Who lived in captivity
          And who is the light never seen -
          All the terminally ill
          anxiety soul
          Dedicated to this storm.

Completely thunder split the tablet,
And do not read the script.
Sky pounce black shawl -
Mourning for All Seasons
In memory of all who have his song
Nes through hard ordeal.
Bitter Solo, and while I'm singing,
Lightning beats my pulse.

Chorus: My Faith - will,
Faces Lakes - my way,
Singers - winds in the field,
My strength - a thunderstorm.

Bitter Solo, but do not drink to the dregs
Chalice lead dew.
Blue fire burns it,
Song rumblings thunderstorms.
Black gold of the night is not a pity,
Devils themselves not save!
Thunder split the sky Tablet -
Nowhere to raise a cry!

Chorus.