Текст песни Ворон Кутха - Новый Завет

The first day of the repeal of laws
The latter system
The first ray of morning slip
In his unshaven cheek
Do not go to smoke without fire
Do not we ever get together with you
I flew my boat
Yes farther down the river

Stern words weave pattern
Spring chime
Last Snow Melt
The compliant prisoner
Blue flame burn out
My star nights crown
Speak to talk to me
And in the morning fly away for good

Raspolzlas letters in the snow
Scattered Zhuravliki-line
Oh, and do not wish the enemy
Flour black desperate notes
I would be in time to the face of all the saints
As the soul comes to the point
Only there are no gold
Who would have forced us into trouble