Текст песни Дмитрий Петренко - Под сенью неба чёрного

Under the Sky Sky Sky
And darkness night among
Hear you grieved
Przhem to your chest

No one can help me
The Lord is silent
And we are so different
And we can overcome

And frequent times
And cold winter
Well, the beauty is heart
Go home

Words are thrown
While there is something to say
I like you so much
You can't lie

Split in the waltz, in the pace of us
Debris of these words
Fragments of ancient some phrases
That hard all sorts of ice

And hot heat of
What illuminated the window
Do not put out it
The fire is burning long ago

Let the fire burns, burns
As the poet said
Everyone says about it
Poet he or not

Comes an hour when any
Will vail those words
What do not shout with a dashing crowd,
And quietly whisper two

Two lights in pitch darkness
Similar candles
So grateful i fate
What Milns did not silent