Текст песни иришка - Les Chemins Du Paradis

Tristan
Life enveloped Surus November.
Glutter wounds again.
Every day the sadness is my sadness,
For you, I am.
Chorus
Suffering ... Skitnya ...
Where is he, the path leading to heaven?
Multi, doubt
On the way leading to paradise.

You again meet the dawn of one,
Problu Island your own.
And already familiar became pain
What torments us with you.

Chorus

For too long lasts this night,
Sharing us, my friend.
This sorrow is unable to overcome
I am without your hands and hands.

I look like birds that the distance is flying,
Do not fear in the way obstacles.
Their winds and thunderstorms are not afraid,
Does not frighten the snowfall.

Chorus

Suffering ... Skitnya ...
Suffering ... Skitnya ...
Isolde
Dgda he, that path leading to heaven?

Tristan
Doubt, fear and pain
On the way leading to paradise.