Текст песни Владимир Оксиковский - Феофан Грек

Faofan Greek
Laca Dark, like from Afghanistan,
In the face of sweat, snow.
Whether saints, or dusts,
And between them Feofan Greek.

The sun fell for torn granite,
The severity of the battle, laying at the evening shoulders.
Fingers needles to the sky will be sewn
Savior and the forerunner.

You foul on the cheek of the Virgin Wound
By the language of Afghanistan.

Black pupil - like a rocket head,
Celite, left eye Picky,
And take off the blue minarets,
Spring breaking Star Glelevo.

Sometime I ask yourself: "Why?" -
After all, biologically we lost the age.
And we will perform a memorial requiem
Blue-eyed Faofan Greek.

We will write icons of other icons,
And we will become the ideas of lightlocks.
And they write to us truth,
Like rags and veries.

You foul on the cheek of the Virgin Wound
By the language of Afghanistan.

Sometime I ask yourself: "Why?" -
After all, biologically we lost the age.
And we will perform a memorial requiem
Blue-eyed Faofan Greek.