Текст песни Челленджер - Небо

White Angels over the head
Round, shout, but invisible to us;
Rota soldier did not return from the battle
Without leaving the inches of enemies.
Look like in the windows, in the souls are alive,
Each every step is followed.
What kind of heavens to their prayers are dumb?
But really want so much:

"The sky, we have wings we have
Let us still be a medium of living!
We did not forgive our loved ones yet
We did not have time to live for them.

Who is that genius blind and damned,
Meaning invested in ridiculous death ..
Who considered it right and holy
For ideals in the fight to die.
Hear a cry - these are bird angels
Knowing the truth is not to say ...
They are doomed forever spinning.
This land will not accept them back.