Текст песни Крестовый Поход Детей - Звёздочка

Spinning the ball - spinning on its axis ,
Years pass by the Lord who art .
Fresh fountain bloody harbinger of early spring ,
I looked around eyes open spaces of the country.

Do not count the kilometers of roads to my house ,
The trail has lost memory and overgrown with grass ,
If you want to come back soon run , run.
You can have time to dawn , and escape out of trouble.

Spinning , spinning ball, leaving a trail of brown ,
Years rush past , years of bite ridge.
Fresh blood scheritsya fountain over your head ,
But the steppe barrows smell trampled grass.