Текст песни Фэалиндэ - Ученик - текст

Being your boy svetlogolovym
Oh, pure century.
Over the dusty darkness of your wading in a harsh
Cloak student
Catching through all human thick
Your life-giving breath
Soul, breathing your lives,
As blow - a raincoat.

His servants, do not disturb it,
A friend of his, do not disturb it
It was so clear on the face of it:
My kingdom is not of this world ...

I have all the victorious armies of the ancients:
The push arm,
From all the grievances of the whole earth insults
Serve your cloak.
Being asleep between his disciples
For those who dream awake.
When the first black unit tunes rock -
It is not a cloak and shield.

His servants, do not disturb it,
A friend of his, do not disturb it
It was so clear on the face of it:
My kingdom is not of this world ...

Oh, this verse does not arbitrarily interrupted,
Knife chur Oster.
And boldly smiled first
Get on your fire ...

His servants, do not disturb it,
A friend of his, do not disturb it
It was so clear on the face of it:
My kingdom is not of this world ...