Текст песни ИЯ - Пусть Не Дрогнет Твоя Рука

Troubled Times
So quickly does not fly,
But kneel
Soul is sore

We did not know who we are and where
Nobody blame,
That gray days
We would each start with yourself
And you yourself decide, not me.

And the words are translated into deeds
And in the fire vanished straaah
This tempers the pain forever
Let your hand will not falter

There are clear goals
Though tears
There are wounds on the body
Soul in heaven

Not to the west and to the east
One Flew over the land
Through thousands of years

His head did not hide in the sand,
Do not worry daybreak

And the words are translated into deeds
And in the fire vanished straaah
This tempers the pain forever
Let your hand will not falter

And the words are translated into deeds
And in the fire vanished straaah
This tempers the pain forever
Let your hand will not falter

His head did not hide in the sand,
Do not worry already dawn ...