Текст песни Воля - Ночь в октябре

Far, far away, where dreams are born,
Where on the mountain slopes and in his later years
It turns the clock back, this nonsense
Rhyming.
If the pain - become unreal pain.
If the death - be unreal death,
If life - even if it's just a role,
I beg

arrow heritage
It carries high in the sky.
Koster last
Game cleanse.
As long feathers
want flight
Open trust
Shut the gate.

If the wolf is a wolf, not a wild animal.
A gate - GATES - and not just the door.
Draw a chalk and rains believe! -
Shed.
In the crosshairs of the replica, the roles of others
There is no bitterness and loss,
And there will be neither pawns nor kings -
Return.

tear crystal
Strive in the heights.
Koster final
Game cleanse.
destiny force
To burn someone.
Close your vanity,
Open the gate.

String ringing
And the song in the heights.
Fire burning
The fate of the cleanse.
And with a bitter note
But in the heart gently:
Close offense,
Open hopes.