Текст песни Зарина - Обелиск

The obelisk stands over the river,
Like a warrior keeping calm.
Mother cries, hugging granite
So we met -
whispers - dear.

The July sun is pouring from the sky
And such is the silence.
On the hot pieces will spill
On a peaceful afternoon
Former war.

The son once fled to the attack,
Fierce battle thundered over the river.
And fell to the warm ground,
As if I pressed my cheek to my mother.

The July sun is pouring from the sky
And such is the silence.
On the hot pieces will spill
On a peaceful afternoon
Former war.

Her son flew to heaven,
And the mother thought deeply.
The hand is stroking the stone of hope
And the eyes are far, far away.

The July sun is pouring from the sky
And such is the silence.
On the hot pieces will spill
On a peaceful afternoon
Former war.