Текст песни Елка - Колокол Далей Небесных

Do not shoot eagle hunter,
What is flying so low today.
Do not shoot, her soul calls on the sky.
Black cross wounded flesh
The fatal last hunt
Heaven will be to him,
Where the stars twinkle like tears.

And for the last time to enjoy the freedom,
It rises into the sky a wounded bird.
No fate of her sad and wonderful.
Mourners her his great song
Bell celestial distances.

No one over it except God.
There is no end in this way,
No edges in these skies,
Where the stars twinkle like tears.

And for the last time to enjoy the freedom,
It rises into the sky a wounded bird.
No fate of her sad and wonderful.
Mourners her his great song
Bell celestial distances.
I leave the ground until the end of the century,
Leaving the world of the will of man.
And now, frozen in an endless flight,
So burning star, insurgent forever
Life its continuation.

And for the last time to enjoy the freedom,
It rises into the sky a wounded bird.
No fate of her sad and wonderful.
Mourners her his great song
Bell celestial distances.
I leave the ground until the end of the century,
Leaving the world of the will of man.
And now, frozen in an endless flight,
So burning star, insurgent forever
Life its continuation.