Текст песни Brigitte sans Bardot - Страх Забвения

The light does not dispel the fear of forgetting the fate of past field
Hand stumbles on the ashes where his lips were yesterday
The scent of freedom as the new chain for those that do not see the sun
And look young eyes , transparent green , not awaken those who do not want to fight .
Tremor taking on the hand force to look into the eyes
From the red spider vessels that collapsed rolled back
That debt will need to give to the top of a fatal dawn
And you will not die until the end , until you do it .
Not excused the whacky , make the exchange
For your favorite lip to rise from his knees .