Текст песни Триумфальная Арка - Голос Предков

I am heard me from sorrowful land,
Whispering distant ancestors My:
- Proud passerby, an hour will approach,
After that you will prebe the environment of us!

See - the star leaves Zenit,
The sacrament of life she will complete
The bell will work out, the soul will fly away,
Hold the gravestone granite!

It's not scary, believe, die,
If you managed to say something in life,
If you have no nights
Steel poems, lay down on the strings.

Only remember, your life path
You can interrupt how to smear the dust ...
Any meeting has its own mark
Be a candle, let your light be poured!

- that's what he heard the ancestors at that time,
Stars faded and the month went out ...
The path continued and went to the light
With God's candle, with a reborn soul!

(words A. Afanasyev)