Текст песни Arthur Meschian - Fidayu mahe

FIDAY'S DEATH

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And my soul is grieving,
My chest slammed into the sword,
And my blood is still flowing.

I was the only one in the whole village,
Others flee,
What can I do for the whole village?
It made him a refugee.

Fear burned the soul of men,
He made a flock of refugees,
My nation, the division, just joined
Cursed on the road to migration.

I changed my prayer with a gun,
Become the only Fidelity,
While I was exhausted,
There was no one beside me.

Take a drop of blood from me,
Bless you in the little chapel,
Alone, albeit unarmed
I became a defender of my land.

I waited a long time alone,
But no help came,
Only countless black crows
They turn around beside me.