Текст песни Обе-Рек - Песня белого офицера

To bring life back to desire
A verse will be born of a fiery song.
And in silence in the hour of repentance
Divine light flows from the heart.

There is no comfort but you
The ice of our ghostly troubles melts.
This is war, our battles
They do not often give us the joy of victory.

Time is densely arranged snares,
You never know we will leave blood in them.
There is no expectation but you
The miracle of patience in your faces.

I am not afraid of a bullet,
If my heart is in your hands.
The flame of love is faithful, eternal
Pleases us, knows his business.