Текст песни Устинов Юрий - Золотой Мотылек

Mark up our souls
Those that are told.
Here - to correct, there is - to destroy,
Here - the piece, there is - in a row.
And fire is burning black,
And anyone who save?
World War heated,
He began throwing children into the fire.

Chorus: Golden Moth,
Survive in the fire and smoke,
We know your name -
Golden Butterfly.
Let the tears of the fire goes out,
Flight under the sky clear,
Golden Butterfly.

Drew separation shadow
At last his eyes.
I broke out the hands,
To the song he said.
Who fired and who laughed,
Who whip struck the horse,
But no one guessed,
What does my heart

Chorus.

June 1992