Текст песни Денис Бука - Воскресение

RESURRECTION

Spring was lost on the baked paths
Pluts in the cold fog ...
And the snake under the skin slid war,
Killing in the unsoldured wound.

Rebellious heart, which is hard in battles,
Then the baking feel familiar
When the pain is welcome and sweet the fear,
And Mouorne full Drem.

Light. Istrapy banner Earth
Again beats with dashing winds.
In a single rush, I subscribe,
He harden the land under his feet.

I know that the immutable law:
In the struggle to find a consolation,
From the night to be born, under the morning ringing,
To the headless freedom of the transmission.

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