Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Защитники Шаэрраведа

Golden grass became Chervonnaya blood
The blackness of the conflagration with white walls do not delete
Sovereign winner, Suffer the word of the prisoner utter
Before the fog for a would lead me to death
My word is the sword
The fate does not keep
The blood on the white wall
In war as in war

We fought for the death, defending the burning city
And now only a couple of hours we are given reprieve
Look, my brother is younger - he is still very young
Let him the prince, I'll answer for two full
How hot blood
The black bird with shoulder
My soul will fly
But fate does not stop

Let him Prince, you see - he is afraid of death
He lived so little, it was not supposed to be a warrior
You hear the soul of the frightened bird betsya
Really, for the battle you are not tired to shed blood
But in the eyes of your steel
Stranger do not you sorry
What do you want my words
The steel sword is always right

On the cold froze indifferent face mask
And in the eyes of the sentence: & quot; Stranger can not simply & quot;
Sorry song happy ending can only be in a fairy tale
But do not, my brother, the gift of life from mortal to ask
Give me a hand
We will step through the fire
Through the pain, through fear
Taking a star in the hands of

Taking a star in the hands of ...