Текст песни Кьянти - Песенка Вальдеса

Valdes song

In the temples tears of wax candles pour
But for those to whom the earth is already small,
The temple has long been our good old yut,
Sails soared into the sky of the dome.

Confessors Serve
Us the wind
Tell them everything you need
Until morning.
Take a step towards, take a breath, repent -
The day will be brighter than it was yesterday.

In temples - an echo in the labyrinths of colonnades.
But for those who lived and died in the sea,
The cannonade thunderous roar became waste
The cry of white-winged gulls became the chorale.

Darkness at the bottom of the well
The wind has died down;
Lives - pages of locations;
Read it
Run your palm along the ancient signs
And they will show you the way.

In the temples, the cool tombs -
Dust and decay.
If you want to pray
In the gray gloom
Your altar is the helm in the gilding of the sun:
Smile, laugh and get up off your knees.
In temples, faces look strictly -
And silence.
But we have our own way -
And you understand:
Became us judge and god
Now the wave
And prayer is a song.
Like this.
Amen.