Текст песни Сергей Бехтеев - Они пройдут

They will pass, monstrous years
With a fierce bloody misfortune,
Shaking all kingdoms and peoples
An unbridled, crazy dream.
Shaking all kingdoms and peoples
An unbridled, crazy dream.

They will pass, nightmares, tears, agony,
Rebellious criminal years.
Years of sorrow, hardship and separation,
Shattered hope forever.

They will pass, bearers of adversity,
Destroyed dreams of good
And we will remember about the forgotten God
And about the slain King Angel.
And we will remember about the forgotten God
And about the slain King Angel.

The awakened boors will understand the deception,
And reaching out to the stepfather's hearths,
The destroyed Temples will be erected,
Not bowing to the temporary gods.

I kindled a pood candle before the icon,
Calling the grace of the Lord in tears,
The people will begin with primordial obedience
To commemorate their Kings at services.
Nanchet people with primordial obedience
To commemorate their Kings at services.