Текст песни Маргарита Шилова - Хранители

Guardians

Margarita Shilova

Wind dust blows out of stone
Years tear our memory thread
But I know, I know the keepers - with us.
They are given - era in the archives stored.

Let them away from the joys of the carnal.
Silver failed to scatter.
But lives, lives on Vysotsky cassettes?
What would we say with us again!

Is there something more important in life
What are the origins not to allow forget?
You are given in the palms to hold time
Star Light to give us to give us!

The wind dust blows out of stone
Years are torn our memory thread.
But I know, I know the keepers - with us.
They are given - era in the archives stored.