Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Дорога за предел

* Motto
I stand on the battlefield body bright hope.
On my shoulder a wise raven holding a bottle of living water.
We, of course, the fix will be even better than before ...
Only mnitsya - I look older than two hundred years, when the gray-haired ... *

Do not cry, do not wash away the tears of blood
On the white marble floor
The palms of strangers-winds
Icy dispel ashes
As the seeds of steppe grasses,
What sprout thirst to live
Let the dead white wings -
Hold on, I pray thee, hold on

As before, the sky high
And the goal is still clear
I will carry you easily
Through the heat of the burning bridge
There's no turning back now
Commit Waste Land
Will once again be home and will be the light,
And the blood of wine and warm bread

Close your tired eyes
Sleep hide his soul from troubles
For us to come after the storm
By erasing the last traces
I carried you in my house
The country silver grass
And the heart, wounded ice
Will once again be light and lively