Текст песни Таверна - Выходцы из маленького мира

We all come from a small world,
We plan snake paths.
To master them, do not have a sacred incense,
And you need the light of the one who can go next.

Since a reluctant sword squeeze hands
One in battle against ten
Ambitions strong, Moral Tart
Need the light of the one who near the way could go.

We are with you virtue of different nature,
But we were friends.
Bratz Favna Gnome will not
The steel of the gap.

And not for everyone ready we become better
Play the role of good luck in the flesh.
You are Orpheus and here is your lira
Keep the same light of the one who near could go.