Текст песни Pukstband - Триумф Воли

Not many women
Can have feelings
Go to the end,
Justify your life with pain
Go where there is no god
Where it's just empty
Where it blooms in the face
Only a triumph of will.
And in those eyes
I feel a strange tenderness
To warm hands
That left without wings
They will fly inevitably.
And the snowflake melts into blood
Repeating your name, your name ...