Текст песни Кэфи - Протрубите в рог

Prudrove in the horn, he will give me strength!
I remember who I used to be ..
It is difficult to start life from pure sheet.
The soul is sad, in the heart of emptiness.

But suddenly sounded a voice from the height:
"Do not lose hope! Remember who you are!
You believe in yourself, again become ourselves,
Gather now - will soon fight! "

Prodre in the horn, and I do not care.
I was not destined to defeat the evil rock.
Your way without struggle, it is unlikely to pass.
Well, turn into a hundred times - I do not touch off the way!

Prodre in the horn, he will betray me.
The evil cry of fate is unbelievable!
How much can blood pour blood from old wounds!
How much can you live "pan or disappeared!
(M / f "Spirit - Soul Prairie", A. Iquasanov)