Текст песни Прасковья Неазовская - Странник

Do not be afraid to look to translate
They leave the last hope
But do not forget about the former
When the former is not to save

I'm sorry for the fate of all the year
What have been lived invisibly
Inevitably will have an end
And death will be one

I am a messenger of the gloomy road
My Way Blade With Fire
Hope filled with wine
Sadness justified outcome

Look, look brightens the night
Where in the world is no place for us
Flatten all scores of the hour
But the spirit of prayer drives away

Do not ask my name
Wings Spread behind
And so you want to come with me
In hell, there is room for two