Текст песни Игорь Растеряев - Медный колокол

Sorry, we do not choose age
Where are born, live and yearn.
I used to be born in the year,
I would have been a great bell-ringer.

I have before each fight bell
Spirit about how the altar.
Resurrect good, put out the bad,
A friend of mine, a copper bell in my heart.

A friend of mine, a copper bell, I do not have peace,
There is so much to live alone.
We were able to make something like that,
To unite all our bells.

That could be in the vast field of Russian bell tower like a lighthouse,
To souls crying and singing, as well as my singing!

Bell, but we would reach up to the sky!
That would be the whole universe ringing warm.
Maybe it's for something simple,
Maybe angels themselves will want to sing along?