Текст песни Royz - nebesnaya

Native, dawn is on the way
The first ray for cloudless eyes
Delight, bordering on fates
The paradox is inevitable for us

With you to death, to the grave
So close - hand feed
I do not care that you were left without shelter
We are together - we can’t take each other from us

May the sky that was above us
It will open like a volcano
Fatigue, loss, reproach, sadness
Will melt and sink into fog

You are so bitter the inevitability of routine
Mistakes of centuries, indifference of people
Sunrise is inevitable hold my hand
Infinity - a mixture of blood