Текст песни Лютеранский переулок - Странники

We never waited for salvation,
In a stuffy night or in dreams about was.
Bright fire our souls shone,
And cleared with gray rain.

Someone's hand placed network
That sow the grain of discord and lies,
Again and again fruit genera
Sulfur, blind, worst crowd.

We do not understand the intention of the gods,
Not heard in two steps of farewell.
And life like a moment, like a flame of a candle.
Skitanya no end, we are wanderers on the way.

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We do not understand the intention of the gods,
Not heard in two steps of farewell.
And life like a moment, like a flame of a candle.
Skitanya no end, we are wanderers on the way.