Текст песни Екатерина Гопенко - Свидетели тишины

Cry, my girl, cry -
Your glorious hero is on the shield.
He was not loved by those, he loved not those -
He will die alone.
Rana in his chest -
It's not an arrow so the trouble grows
High like a mountain
She has a head in tice crosses.

I do not raise my eyes there -
There are witnesses of silence.
I do not know what to say to them.
If I were young,
Would we leave in the night of Light,
Yes, can I get away far away?

Pey my girl, laugh,
Salted mixture of pain and water.
In the sky of the kite
I will not dare - and death will win
Tarm of the shell is not an arrow,
So grow love.
The fastest long way
She has a wing above the clouds.