Текст песни Azgard - Богданчикова Кашка

Bogdanchik's porridge

Get up, it's time to say goodbye to my son.
Slim sick mother caressing baby.
It's all gone

Wounded soul forgive my sun
The cold will take away my spark of hope
Who are you?
I could give you everything
Bring paradise in your hands
Who are you?
The temptation of snow tempts betrayal
My day is rotting in my hands

Tomorrow, tomorrow will split forever
And I'm quietly gone.

Eat my porridge small,
Eat my porridge Bogdan.
Who are you?
I could give you everything
Bring paradise in your hands
Who are you?
The temptation of snow tempts betrayal
Your day will rot in your hands

The grief devours the eyes
There is pain from the wounds

Get up, it's time to say goodbye to my son.
Slim sick mother caressing baby.
It's all gone