Текст песни Жанна Бичевская - Колокол

G # M D # M
The bell hit and copper sounds,
G # M D # M
Full grief, sobs and flour,
G # M B G # D # M
Pour in bloody distance.

In the distance, where the schooland is flawed,
In the distance, where under the yoke from the edge to the edge
Moan the need and sadness.

The metal is sprinkling the metal
Honor encouraging to the elements of the people
With the song called your own.

Hear whether Rus, these triggers,
These suicide Russian moans,
Cries of execution people.

Stand up, lift the greatestly and terrible,
Reset the chains as long as it's late
And the temple doors are open.

And renovated in the flour of captivity,
Come to meet conscious share
With a pure risen soul.