Текст песни ИЗВЕСНЫ - Спешим

With milk , bread yes , but look at the sky
Bear the wind , the word answer
We hasten to you, me, the sorrow , my joy
As fragrant dawn, ringing rumors

Stone, spit flowed mustache
The sun from the bottom of the well
Few of the day , but not spared fire
It is not touched by the flames of the wings

Hurry, hurry
By candle to all the saints
Time passed ilyuzy
God bless him
Fly , fly
What else will be native
What sound will come from the hands
What a blow will not see

During the winter for summer
For shade for light
Somewhere , something that is not sung
That does not warm up, knock out the window
Birds in the sky
Stones on the bottom ...

Antonio M.