Текст песни Одиссея - Великий огонь

The Great fire
(Maxim Polyansky)

Birds fly in the sky,
His life she led.
Bullet got frisky,
Death called her to him.

A victory in the eyes burning,
Wings Nicky straightened again.
Death is close, but life will not allow
Return the ground his blood.
A victory in the eyes burning,
Unearthly sinking sadness in them.
The wind from the storm hid zenith.
There clashed fire and steel.

Dying, won,
They fought, in spite of death.
If the hand is not raised -
They disappeared in a cloud of fate.

And in the eyes of the Victory crown
Wings will carry the mill smoothly.
The ball of the Earth it is visible from the sky.
Maybe they will save the world ?!
Do not turn off the fire,
Eternal flame will burn,
Saving them the name of a star.
Do not lift up sword more death.
Do not lift up sword more death!