Текст песни Виконт - Горсть любви-минус

White field to be brothers
Only I did not die
Sword broken, his feet get cool
The enemy has stolen victory.
It hurts to think and breathe
But the memory of the beam shakes
The voice and the warm shower
Dog favorite guard my life!

All I killed one
But freedom defended
For sweet ice floe will
Only it would be better embraced.
Tenderness, hands and eyes
Ragged way circling
Dead hear voices
Memory light on the edge of the hold.

Be with me in this day
thawing snow
Mountains will move, only with age
Blood erase ...
I'm with you there is no death
Wounds perish
Give me survive, let me light
Handful of love.

The voice twisted with pain
White snow spun
Take it to the roof
Path favorite prefilled.