Текст песни Эйфория - Буревестник

Above the gray plain of the sea
Wind clouds gather.
Between the clouds and the sea
Proudly fluttering Petrel.
That wing touching the waves,
What an arrow soaring to the clouds,
He shouts, and the clouds hear
The joy in bold cry of a bird.
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This is a bold Petrel
Proudly flies between the lightning
Above the roaring angry sea;
That screams the prophet of victory
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Darker and lower clouds
We descend to the sea,
And they sing and wave rush
To meet the height of thunder.
The force of anger, Firelight
And confidence in victory
Hear the clouds in this cry.
In that cry - the thirst of the storm!
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This is a bold Petrel
Proudly flies between the lightning
Above the roaring angry sea;
That screams the prophet of victory.
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  - Storm! Let It Storm! ..
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