Текст песни Natural Spirit - Птица

And the soldiers went - and there were no them,
There was no and remember!
Oh, distant, Prince Igor, started
On the destruction of a squad!
She will not wake up
Sokolin is awakened by a look.
Roasted carna and fill in Russia
With a memorial rite.

On the edges of endless waters,
In Purple sunset fried,
She broadcasts and sings
Not in the power of the wing to raise the tormented.

Broadcasting the evil tatar
Broadcasting a series of bloody
And death, and hunger, and fire,
Villain power, the death of the right.

Bird Bird Dark Char,
Broke out executions a number of bloody
And death, and hunger, and fire,
Villain power, the death of the right.

The death fear of the gaze
And the prophetic moment burns love
And things are the truth
Fucking blood baked.

Bird Bird Dark Char,
Broke out executions a number of bloody
The death fear of the gaze
And the prophet MiG burns love.