Текст песни АвиА-ToR - Война

Flooded with rays of the sun the earth
The plains above the gorge.
Whether the mountains, and whether the cities.
Alarm clock
Breaks the grid of sleep.
I'm taking a cigarette from the window sill,
Calling on Spring Street

Rise in arms all the shelves
And shine bright rays.
On the remains of the war no one's soul
Now they grow first flowers.

Oh, no easy way to the top,
Stone burden, but automatic.
Each step as one of the
That often pulls back

You can not leave those behind me,
To fall in house mother,
And who, instead of the shoulder in his hand,
Cold forearm.

Rise in arms all the shelves
And shine bright rays.
On the remains of the war no one's soul
Now they grow first flowers.

Rise in arms all the shelves
And shine bright rays.
On the remains of the war no one's soul
Now they grow ...
From the soul now they grow
The first flowers.