Текст песни Третий Рим - С Чистого Листа

The land froze at the end of the day,
Inanimate fog, feelings lost all.
I will be with him, I will live a job
And to look in it a fool grate.
Every step is only with clean sheet
Give hope
To the depth and height.

I would not disappear until spring-red
Scattering days, do not cool to the fight.
I will be with her on the edge of fire,
In unison itself, but aroused with everyone.
Every step is only with clean sheet
Will give us time
To the depth and height.

Just b he forgave me my sadness
I my longing is that I am alone.
I will be with him, I will live a job
And to look in it a fool grate.
Every step is only with clean sheet
Give hope
To the depth and height.