Текст песни Оксана Варушкина - Господь, храни особенных

The wider your arms, the easier it is to crucify thee
the purer your soul, the easier it spit.
you clip the wings when you can fly
you fill dirt to just could not shine ...

God bless features.
not adapted to other
living in isolated, unknown worlds.
Dari them more time and
it appear at the bottom of it ...
not in oblivion, bring them to the hands!
Carry them in the hands of ...

lower your bow, the easier you execute
and the hotter the blood, pleasant to drink it
The more people you love, the more you're lonely
the less your fault, the more cruel the court ...

God bless ... special ...
not adapted to the other,
living in isolated, unknown worlds ..
Dari more time
and if there had been at the bottom of it ..
not in oblivion, bring them into the hands ..
Carry them in his arms ..

managed to climb higher, the sweeter you shoot down
and life is not a fairy tale, and death can not wait

God bless ... special ...
not adapted to the other,
living in isolated, unknown worlds ..
Dari more time
and if there had been at the bottom of it ..
not in oblivion, bring them into the hands of ...
Carry them in his arms ..
Carry them in her arms ....
Bring them on hand .....