Текст песни Светлана Крицкая - Плачут ангелы

When we get tired when we won't,
And the sunlight will not wake us up
From the sinful land, tearing off loosely,
We will rise in the sky White cloud.

We will rise to overlay and hear,
As the wind sadness over Russia pegs
Like crows groove evil and stubbornly,
How angels are crying in damaging temples.

Oh, how we want to return again
Although the wind, even echo, at least a trepid bird!
In Smpeni and grief of their inequate
We get up between the angels repent.

We will ask yes having ears
Sad song over Russia listen.
Overlook the earth and clean out
Yourself and roads to destroyed temples!

We will not cry. We will pray,
Who is a whisper of leaves, who are poultrying,
And, together, with itself flashed,
We stand on the temples - from the edge to the edge!

Let the bell ringing sounds -
It's a souls ruined moan!
According to the destroyed temples of Russia
Crying angels in the sky ...
Crying angels in the sky ...