Текст песни Артур Беркут - Орел

Drags the shadow of the sky gray clouds,
And darkened the light of day.
The radiance of lightning among the dark mountain peaks
Flew eagle gray

He is bold, terrible and powerful,
Pleased with himself

As a way to the stars
To find in the darkness.
Not everyone be brave
Maybe on the ground.

Spread its wings in the sky, he was floating,
From the height of glancing,
And it was the white light is not nice,
A night - a hundredfold.

Winds flew to the evil that it forces
Not knowing the obstacles.

Amid the lightning as a free God,
The clouds he flew.
All the bold actually waiting
Pain and height.

How strange fate intertwined lines.
And the house of glass
Through the window you look down in silence,
Dreaming to become an eagle.

I dream about, but you know,
So you will wait forever.
Only the bird tends upward
Sky win.
Without a fight with him -
Darkness, and wherever he went,
I know somewhere in the dawn
There is the steppe eagle ...