Текст песни Светлана Каневская - Песня силы

Wind loops vit
Dust post sweat,
Inflatable fire in all directions.
And in smoke, on fire
I do not understand
Why did the Lord gave everyone?

Oh, Jersey Esi
You are in the sky
You do not ask for a herself
Who grieves
Whom to drink
Plify the whole bowl of equally.

The back of the poor man
On other people's fields
And over the field, everything is circling crows.
Well, and around the corner
Full bowl house
Yes, and a bowl of pure gold.

From time immemorial
Due to clouds
The sun is poured with copper-tin.
To whom - in the house fire,
To whom - in the heart of the heat,
Everyone by faith, which means that equally.

What are we in handstuffs?
Oh, you are Goy Esi,
You are silent, look, good well done!
But this is not the essence,
Be kinder a little
I did not share with me row!

Russian land,
Steppes yes fields
Merit joy and pain expanses.
If in the heart of sadness, -
Let me
I will not share her row.

Polands hundreds of years
Gracious light
Reasoning the world with clear ascell ...
To whom the cross is carrying
To the age of bloom ...
So, the Lord loves all the lord.