Крылья [Kryl'ya] [English translation]

Bianca:

You are- proud eagle, with enormous wings.

I follow you along the sky, above the clouds.

I'm like a swan- faithful to you,

I'm not afraid at all, I'm just love you.

I don't need anything, even for you to be next to me.

Just never lie, tell the truth!

After all, I'm like a swan- faithful to you,

I'm not afraid at all, I'm just love you.

ST:

I'll tell myself once:" It's enough! Calm down. No need. Chill out",

And through my corruptible flash my grasses will grow-mignonette and wormwood.

Like a flaming Sun I'll go at sunset, over horizon.

On my open chest -crucifixion, mum will place a candle near the icon.

The rain water will disperse the smoke, and the sky will wash away the trace.

The field flowers will sprinkle at sunrise with holy dew my face.

And my battlefield waist high the ears of wheat will cover, with gold they would.

Of bridges burned behind my back, my hands remind me in carbon black and soot.

And my soul with gust of wind will rise in essence above the city,

Where the trees are rustle above the precipice, under the crying willow I'll find peace.

But till that day won't arrive, the heart, clenching feasts, will beat-

It's destined by the will of fortunes, it's born like a bird, that's free.

For me the angel will come down from the sky, and will stand with a sword by my shoulder.

I have, something to die for, it's clearly worth it, and it's for sure not for money or glory.

For her eyes, full of life, for beauty of the land, where he was raised-

I'll walk the path from cradle to the cross over dilapidated grave.

Bianca:

You are- proud eagle, with enormous wings.

I follow you along the sky, above the clouds.

I'm like a swan- faithful to you,

I'm not afraid at all, I'm just love you.

I don't need anything, even for you to be next to me.

Just never lie, tell the truth!

After all, I'm like a swan- faithful to you,

I'm not afraid at all, I'm just love you.

ST:

I'll tell myself once:"It's enough", - we all pay, but different toll.

And spilling crimson blood in the arena, the Gladiator will fall in Colosseum's walls.

Under the jubilant hum of frenzied crowd, by battle spectacle distraught,

Asking forgiveness in a prayer, he'll fall on his knees before God.

Like freshly baked wounds, his feasts are strapped with bandages,.

He came to senses in search of strength, but found only the pain flaws.

His scars will split at the seams, those, that sewn together with white tread-

The one that never fallen - won't rise. One- not a hunter, who feeds on carrion instead.

His spirited heart is bursting for freedom, in the chest aching the captive of shirt.

With uncovered head I'll bow to my land till the chopping block.

Ripped out, , along the boundless fields, like a flower at sunrise-

With flock of migratory birds, the wind will rise me to the sky.

We leaving the earth, clinging with roots for our life, and there we find the peace in the end.

Though, kind of, the stars are so close, that we can already reach with our hand.

Alone in the field as a soldier, there, where abundance of not mowed wheat-

I'll breathe in with full chest the freedom,- and at the same moment happy I'll be.

Bianca:

You are- proud eagle, with enormous wings.

I follow you along the sky, above the clouds.

I'm like a swan -faithful to you,

I'm not afraid at all, I'm just love you.

ST:

To the last breath...

I'm with you till the last breath!

You are- proud eagle, with enormous wings.

I follow you along the sky, above the clouds.

I'm like a swan- faithful to you,

I'm not afraid at all, I'm just love you.

You don't need anything, even to be next to me.

Only never lie, tell the truth!

After all, I'm like a swan- faithful to you,

I'm not afraid at all, I'm just love you.

ST:

To the last breath...

I'm with you till the last breath

• Artist:ST
• Album:Почерк