Текст песни Воздухоплаватели - Гвозди

No regrets nailing nails hope
Heroes already dead trying on clothes ,
Homeland carpenters beats and the sky does not hear ,
Pride of blood someone else will write themselves into history .

Chorus
Bitter palm triumph ends with blood
Jubilant crowd over crucified love
The wind tore the leaden sky and the curtain
"It is finished " and the whisper came down to the suburbs.

They are born and die empty vessels .
You can not kill a beautiful death - it's scary !
But the just defeated death on Calvary once.