Текст песни Хэлденн - Корабли с Марикьяры

If the joy from birth promised - I don't really call you sadness,
If the book is revealed now at the beginning - it does not matter what the final is.
And the grenades bloom, and the guitar rings, pass the tribal of the court from Mariciara,
The one who loves will probably won't be old, the one who is happy is not dying.

And do not look forward - it's hard and gray, you will not see who bury the first,
And what will be able to leave the faith of a series of memorial milestones?
And fate only looks dark and strictly - they say, I asked not so much,
Your sons are the road, and I will not take everyone ...

If in the future it was possible to merge, if the faces were dissolved in the far
So, in the book of pouring all pages and remained the last verse.
What passed that it remains, for which in the answer - ships from Mariciara, backway wind ...
Against the wind - easy, Marquis Alvasset.
Ensure - for six?