Текст песни Лунофобия - Старые Песни

(F # m - Em - A - Hm G - F # - D - A)
Flight of an arrow, flight of an eagle,
The meaning is white-hot
When craft enters
Look, don't break off the pen
Fly to the very end
To the chime of the clock and the whistle of lead.
When silence enters
Don't drop the remnants of sleep.

(G - A - Hm Hm - A - G - F # - F # m)
We sing old songs
In the fire of the fatal conflagrations,
And on a long journey for the whole season,
In the name of the dead and the living
In the name of the dead and the living
In the name of the dead ...

Love me as I am dawn
Under the noise of the newspapers read,
When silence enters
Do not drop the remnants of a dream -
He will be there among the books
Fly - he's used to it
When it doesn't hurt isn't funny
Fly into the broken window.

We sing old songs
In the fire of the fatal conflagrations,
And on a long journey for the whole season,
In the name of the dead and the living
In the name of the dead and the living
In the name of the dead ...

Happiness is not given to you
Fly through the twilight to the bottom
Various things await us
Fly with two wings spread
Among the buildings of the inanimate,
In the smoke of field exercises,
In the darkness of barking names
Alluring like a bad dream.

We sing old songs
In the fire of the fatal conflagrations,
And on a long journey for the whole season,
In the name of the dead and the living
In the name of the dead and the living
In the name of the dead ...

We're going back to nowhere
Where we will be driven onto trains
When fear takes over
We rule firmly within three walls.
Let's walk the midnight trail
And the fight will last forever
I dream about heaven, home, peace,
Take a primer - fly home ...

We sing old songs
In the fire of the fatal conflagrations,
And on a long journey for the whole season,
In the name of the dead and the living
In the name of the dead and the living
In the name of the dead ...