Текст песни Пилигрим - 7.62 - Я ДЕРЖУСЬ www.piligrim-rock.ru

From the mother's arms,
 From the sun in the fog.
 Stride
 Acute kamnm.

 Vagabond wandered at random
 That the mountain, then wade.
 Basking under his shirt cross,
 Let them rise.

 Chorus:
Time heals, time effort.
 Pulls up, but in the land of oppression.
 I do not wring, do not look back.
 A half a century, I hold.

 Otherwise fly to the bottom
 Not already repenting.
 Fornicate yes feast
 Forgetting about the soul.

 Burden not take on its own,
 In the mud to see the light.
 Yes, but not at the same time
 I walked so many years.

 Chorus:
 Time heals, time effort.
 Lone Wanderer love.
 Pulls up, but in the land of oppression.
 Bitter resentment poison in the blood.
 I do not wring, do not look back.
 I flew love, and let ...
 A half a century, I hold