Текст песни Кипелов - С небом чистым слиться - вот о чем мечтаешь ты.

The air smells of trouble
As many as two thousand years.
Life is so cruel
On this cursed earth.

Wind in your hair
Same as eternity ago
Time stood still,
The moon and the sun rose in a row.

Fly to the bird away from the cursed land,
With clear skies merge - that's what you dream about.

Run, run for the sun,
Knocking his feet in the blood.
Run, run, do not be afraid
Play fate again and again.
Fly, fly the sun
By the height of madness.
Fly, fly, do not be afraid,
So only you can do

Courage is only for those
Who has the heart felt fear.
Who looks into the abyss,
But he is watching with pride in his eyes.

With the white feather in her hair,
Like a pagan god,
You jumped into the sky,
The thundering rain flow.

You fell with a groan, scorched height
On the ground, born again to become land ...