Текст песни Екатерина Ачилова - В пожарах...

The fires gardens disappeared,
But the ashes of leaves rustling,
Bloomed, flooded with fruits,
And the child came into the world.
Accomplishes the usual things:
Besson, native dance ...
And arrows whistled ominously
About the impermanence of these concerns.
Outrage in the name of unity -
Take cover, sleep, run! ..
But the eternal instinct of motherhood
I prescribe and give birth to live.
Efforts, violence, impotence,
All in a pile of burning broom,
Let the witches, since the wings are connected,
Rise up into the sky with ash.
And those breathless moan,
Dragged - have time, hurry! -
Erase burnt palm
Madness with daughters persons.
Like, tomorrow will turn fires
Jasmine and rose bushes,
And the good fairy tale return
At the edge of the humiliation and tears.
Converge ways and reasons
Wake up to their husbands and fathers
The high spirit of man
With great affection in the hearts.
They will be granted the power
And the joy of doing good,
To love life consecrated
Ash secular fire.

09/08/95