Текст песни Беловодье - Беловодье

Free, white fairy tale
Beats a hot path
The tablecloth is steles, the life is measured.
It will be never hurt.
And he drove into the trail, on the field, behind the sun.
He squeezed the golden reins.
Faith wounded, sip was served,
Zorkko was looking for Belovodye.

We walked through black holes,
And you put rhotheins to us.
But we left, we broke out,
Footprints in the snow ours melted.
And dark, dark outdoor,
Until pure sky expathed.
Rushed to a voloye, buoying with blood.
I heard in the distance of Belovodye.

And proud songs North.
Wisty wispers across the expanses,
Harsh thread, interpreted into his beads,
For the eyelids, depriving peace.
And beat through death and bad weather
Other people's cities underline.
And in the morning, lazched with prayer and pain.
I saw my Belovodye.