Текст песни Инструкция По Выживанию - Любимая, не плачь

Sleep, favorite, in the heart of blue silence,
Near the broken door of the unclosed country,
Drawn secretly on a lively canvase
Forgotten by chance in an immemorial sleep.

Oh, leveled God, you do not cry
Oh, God sees that the meeting time is appointed to us.

If we poured us rains on the ground,
We would have forgotten again, which came true ahead,
Will not forget only blue horizons away,
Do not forget in Russia to die from love.

Oh, leveled God, you do not cry
Oh, God sees that the meeting time is appointed to us.

After all, God sees,
And heard sigh
And the meeting time is appointed to us in the insane embroidery,
On a crowned wind
In one mysterious country
In the High Lord Mire