Текст песни Vikka Hvorostinova в LiveBar Ретро - Крестит рука меня чья-то...

Cross hand me someone,
Cross,
And the fog veiled my eyes
Prodigal sky
I'm trying to breathe
Healing Wind,
But I nailed it already
These troubles.
a short time becomes,
skewer
Turnover increases -
Death of profitability,
In a state of war
Blood broken lives
And the ashes
And the soul of all that were slain
On the third night free.
I go up to your sun
Reliable and brighter
And leave a foreign land,
Where is my house, and the dead child,
If the meaning of our lives
So terrible and rude lost.
I'm not going to a party
Fratricidal race.
And beasts pointed at my back,
Just waiting,
To release the clip,
I went from a dead run,
We are, after all, together with you
From far escaped the war,
Leaving a foreign land,
Where dead heart.