Текст песни Теория - Воля свободных

You're standing on the precipice
Between the kingdoms of the earth
And the fire kingdom.
You see, the lights are
Social heart.

And trembles narozhdayas, string
In the cold wind,
Cuts thought the poor,
In this heat sinking crowd
Social heart
Social heart.

Wind - wings, eyes - the sun in the dawn.
The will of the strong - to find their own light.
Wind daring in the eyes, paint fire;
The will of the strong burning faith in yourself!

You're on the edge,
Before light for darkness.
People do not drink conscience,
Not a soul after thee.
So now look,
That you used to be?
This, too, you -
Your cheeky force.