Текст песни Джем - Рассвет

This night will not be sunrise,
Someone will see him - not me.
In the sheath sensitive sleepy freedom,
Look in the sky clutched friends ...

Beats a bell in the back of good luck,
Where is lucky, there is a roronieu ...
Unfortunately, it will not be different.
Sitting a sip with a pipe like a spear.

The mortal world prepared immortal
Those who have gained heads.
We fell into legends, as online -
There are no graves!

Silver mock in the sky of the Slant
Three hooves in dust silence ...
And the hero is often equal to the killer -
Just we predicted the war.

Hoarse air, rushed to steel,
Spruce the wind in your stirrups ...
The one who was predicted to us will disappear
We go beyond him like a wave.

Raids gentle avalanche
As if he wants to remember the answer ...
Heaven suffocates from smoke.
I almost saw the dawn.