Текст песни Верея Назимова - Орлица

In the sky high
Proud Eagle
With strong wings
Disperses the winds.
The roads are dusty
Tired of curling
Leftover bread
Coins are ringing.

Iron hand
Smelled of rusty
And feet trample
Dried hay.
And crying in the sky
Old truths
Gone in torment
Paths predetermined.

The fire is unforgettable
It burns in my chest
But only a flame
Doesn't warm me.
I will be lured
My doubts
In steps of ways
Sow motion.

My steps -
Hills over groves
And draws in dreams
The staircase is eternal.
And in the sky they are enchanted
With powerful wings
Sunset shadows
Eagles are reckless.

And shadows will fall
To a high mountain.
Will come and die
They are all in their time.

Throat down the larynx
The silver will pour in
And the chest will revive
At the call of the cry.
The eagle is spinning
Rejected under the sky
With a predatory beak
Gnawing at prey.

Life and death
Sleep or eternity
Do not take away
The eagle has food.
She and me
Will bite in transience
That whirlwind
What the dead are looking for.

Her wings
Shade the sun -
I will close my palm,
I'll squint, and again
All the same path
I will go to fight
For their right
Die for the word.

And shadows will fall
To a high mountain.
Come and die
We are all in our time.

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