Текст песни Анна Кулик - Если он позовёт

if he would call - I'll go through ten winters,
knee-deep in snow on a barbed dope grass.
even if the road to hell - go for it
on the misty moors, cracked earth,
across rivers - wading and crawling through the wild forest.
without doubt and fear. swallowing could cooled.
this strange "together" for centuries kopilos in us,
and erasing routes, maps of other roads.
if he would call - I'll go through hundreds of years,
barefoot over the coals for the distant Arctic Circle ...
I will sing with the wind it and hide it from the troubles,
breath warming his fingers frozen hands.
if he would call - I instantly go off.
through the centuries and miles hear his words.
our hands should link up someday.
maybe I therefore
still here.
alive.

Anna Kulik