Текст песни Владимир Захаров - Притча

The sea suddenly became a chasm,
Stela black rock.
By the shore gull rush,
Inspired by faith.
They tear through a gusty storm
Closer and closer they stone house.
That caught their element again,
Who asked them to fly?

Weak bird fell,
Night deafening cries.
Wind, well, much to see,
From birds to cope tihoyu.
A friend of her strong almost flew,
Only her he did not want to throw.
Together, they have not passed this way,
Forces did not have a little bit.

The waves carried girlfriend,
Throwing on the gray stones.
He lay on the muddy shore,
Next to love first.
And I spent five agonizing days,
Wings crosswise Having closed over it.
Heaven, he was shouting over and over again,
So love dies.