Текст песни Ария - Поле Битвы

Battlefield harvested
Closed Sun shadow in the night turning day
The souls of the fallen on the earth circling
Their house is no longer here to see prices and to a depth of heaven
Since invented by people, you want to wait for the World War II

Time laughs at us, looks at the world with a high
And we measure life fighting for the sake of making them enemies
Again bessmyslinost slaughter flame inflate wind
And the mad rush horses on fire vyzzhenyh herbs

Years of silence will continue its path
Not picking up banners without knowing the names of
Clean air is dead does not breathe
It pulls up wormwood, through the gray ashes and dust
Since invented by people, you want to wait for the World War II

Time laughs at us, looks at the world with a high
And we measure life fighting for the sake of making them enemies
Again bessmyslinost slaughter flame inflate wind
And the mad rush horses on fire vyzzhenyh herbs