Текст песни Ті, що падають вгору - Дивне місто

Neporushno stoїt Marvellous Misto,
Quiet mlіyuchi in Promen mіsyatsya,
Prolіtayu over it I trimayuchi
In the hands of zolotave namisto.
Pіdі me kohanі tsіluyutsya,
The I torkayut hands tіla svoї,
I'm flying up to them i th yak wants
That am afraid zlyakati їh see.

Divnі zvіrі kupayutsya in ozerі,
Scho stirchit thorns mіzh Skel,
Scho svoїmi burhlivimi waters
Pesto that burn flesh їhnyu zbudzhuє.
And for mіstom rozklalis rіvninoyu,
Divnі bows, scho kvіtami Zhovta,
Zaklikayut vіddatisya strength,
Zazirnuti to shlyubu s valley.

Divnі Ptakha torkayutsya krill
Until moєї back, scho exposed,
Voices spіvayut charіvnimi,
That Nenach not smell th ... I do not vіryu