Текст песни Вербный Мёд - Поединок

Dull month and a stellar host
I will go to war.
No one would miss me,
When I'm in the spring.
And let ridiculous to love our enemies
And again, to heal their wounds.
I know - only kind of love
Called love equals.

Ref.
Burn me my pain -
Let the ashes scattered to the winds of the world
And the smoke veil over the way
And hurts your eyes to tears.
But I pray for my enemies -
Oh people of my faith,
I hear your heart beat,
Even when we are apart.

It is not necessary, the right to moralize,
And the tears shed over me.
Let this sink into oblivion February,
When I'm in the spring.
My friends cherish peace,
Heart turning to ice floe.
And I call to battle enemies -
In battle, we will be united.

Ref.
Burn me my pain -
Let the ashes scattered to the winds of the world
And the smoke veil over the way
And hurts your eyes to tears.
But I pray for my enemies -
Oh people of my faith,
I hear your heart beat,
Even when we are apart.