Текст песни м i фо-га - 78 . ъ'нь-йан'ъ

If you were a son in high places of birds -
If the dream has become a golden arrow door ,
I would look for a long time in the arena of
The one that keeps yang and yin throws

( ... And throws in 'n )

DBA oars , three networks , six youthful sisters
Fish echoes mold bell sword ;
Snow fell on the ice , and re- stretched wings
To the one that shines in the sky to hear it

( ... To hear it )