Текст песни Иван Кучин - Колокола

Is the wind in the sweet smell will
On the far bell sounding bells
And in the area in the throes of a bitch whelp
And all throw a fool start
Why are you doing your stake does not know
I f you confused beast in chains
Only instead of bone ridges gnaw anger
Pouring soul in the camp verses
Oh, my splitting creak
As if a door to paradise
I'll go give debt
Those who waited and believed
For all the good deeds
orthodox God
Let the bells ring every spear
As if by order if the nail on the hat
I drive the song to the tune of a simple
And puppies without sound bitch licked
And the night went on howling evil
What are you bastard sooner bury Gigue
There is no way higher than me down the road
Nope sweeter pain to find in captivity
Eternal freedom and a new life
Chorus