Текст песни Кирилл Ривель - Жизнь - горящая свечка

Life - a burning candle,
And we, ladies and gentlemen, moths
With singed wings
We are fighting, hoping for a miracle!
But, believe me, no one to us
Do not write off debts and sins.
Do ask sacristan
At the gate: and where are you from?
Well, who needs us
In this God damned country
Cursed us
And blinded by smoke and blood?
Mother Russia flies
Like a rider on a red horse ...
And what does it matter
Before our filial love!
Well, what did she care
Until our longing, ladies and gentlemen,
Maimed destinies
And the truth in faceted glass?
Freeze our hopes,
As the water in the bay of December.
And all our faith -
The last bullet in the drum.
Moths have candles
In the name of what and who
Calcined wings
Waving, hoping for a miracle?
Only the apostle-sacristan,
Indifferent nod,
Ask us at the gate:
Where are you, gentlemen, and where? ..