Текст песни Дрозды - В Колючем Теле

Life - the endless wall, waiting for the wind in the vast
When I'll be there.
Hard to swallow sand, there is no power to stand up,
To look themselves in the face.

White dove hidden in my spirit in the barbed body,
Soon I will go back to where he lives forever.

The noise of cars, steps people attract me screams stars
Somewhere up from the ground.
Hard to swallow sand, there is no power to stand up,
To look themselves in the face.
White dove hidden in my spirit in the barbed body,
Soon I will go back to where he lives forever.

Raise your hands up, look out the flow of the spirit,
Suppose that you bear to God, because you need him.

Raise your hands up, look out the flow of the spirit,
Suppose that you bear to God, because you need him.
Move the mountains of faith, bran, dry figs
And stand before the throne as a revived from the dead.