Текст песни Игорь Пискарев - Жертвенный костер

Flames sacrificial fire -
Eternal companion of righteousness.
All life - theater and I'm an actor,
I am the fire their dreams.

I will say the last: "I'm sorry"
You have served me so many years,
But we are no longer on the road,
And you'd better burn in the fire.

Burn, disappear without a trace,
Do not resurrect the past.
I broke with the past forever
And let their horses at a gallop.

And let him do revelries flesh,
The soul to the devil let fly.
I know the Lord in the day of judgment
Among the other will forgive me.

He is kind to people, our Lord,
Only occasionally is steep,
And where the scoundrel lives alone,
There is another find shelter.

But even if the horse - not a horse
And so, just a couple of nags,
I do not need your pity
And the soul of the deceased crying.

You Leisya drunk wine,
Rings guitar overkill,
I drink to that is destined,
For a just verdict.

Burn, fire not long smolder,
Only the smoke will cut eyes,
But in them as before, continue,
It is not a tear glistens.