Текст песни Артур Ваха- - Пророки

Prophets
And now there is also the prophets,
Although fallen altars.
Their eyes are clear and profound
Succeeding flame dawn.
But they were so alien to call the winning,
Their power presses bottomless words
They intimidated and pale
The hulk of stone houses.
And sometimes stormy sadness
The prophet is not recognized by us,
Lifts to the sky azure eyes
His radiant, clear eyes.
He says he's crazy,
But his soul is holy,
What is he, in sorrow mnogodumnoy,
He saw the bright face of Christ.
Dream Lord mnogooki,
Hand generous Giver,
And there are, like him, the prophets -
Holy Knight good.
He says that the world is not terrible,
What he Dawn Coming Prince ...
But the spirits of the dark towers
Those listening to the speech, laughing.