Текст песни Виктория Воронина - Над моей землей

Make up a day for yourself
The day that you are
Make up your own life
Make up death for yourself.

Make up everything for yourself
Justice and a cry
And not knowing the wrong fears
Doubts and prayers.

And then the voice will be dawn
Over my land
I will read the Quran.
And no one dares to say
What is not worth dreaming
About one thing.

Let the year flow down by the hour
Let an hour flow down in a moment
Let someone read for us
Writing books.

Make up for yourself the essence
See birds through the fire
The executioners turn the crowd
In the funeral course.