Менестрелька - Под рваным шелком - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The madness of the brave, what else to say? You all went through and through and now you have to admit that the silk of mourning banners is also defeated over you. The sword in the arsenal-Uperst arsenal. Did they tell you? Or you said that the law does not rule over you under the torn silk of mourning banners. At a height of one hundred and two flights of birds there are no equal, there is no struggle and there are no boundaries, but you are already pushing and buried under the torn silk of mourning banners ... And in the mirrors of the last palace you see the reflection of the Creator. Friends, friends, friends from all sides under the torn silk mourning banners. And there is no war and memory of it, not about one of those sacred days. And the last groan is torn from the chest under the torn silk of mourning banners. And the emptiness creeps in the chest and your life is simple, empty, fed ... Here, then why you were sentenced to torn rustling mourning banners. Under the torn silk mourning banners.