Тургор - Янтарь, Лазурь, Пурпур, Изумруд, Серебро, Сирень - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Amber fun, wild, a storm of riot of riot, crushing bones, choking in laughter, ragging a tornado - open up to the asking for your condescension! To the good will of the one who asks you - delvea. Blood is added to the blood, the defendant of the commandments is to be delayed. Destroying his thoughts, his bones - subside. Saturating my thirst, obsessed, baking it under him - plunge.

The azure is formidable, acting like a copper bringing death, dissecting a scourge, a punishing sword - open thirsty for your patronage! Spending like copper, penetrating, like a sword carrying death - to me, listening to you - heed. My enemy is in the depths of pain, into the abyss of suffering - drive. Causing him torment, revealing him from the inside - hesitated. When he calls you, he wishes to find you - silent.

Purpur is a fierce, causing wounds, the color of punishers and prophets, the banner of the righteous, scarlet blood - give the authorities the great messenger who has become your swearing! About me, who has become your right messenger - remember. Smaching my sword, destroying my blow - fill. Blood and nerve from my enemy lived - expel. Direct the tip of my blade, to achieve your goal.

Greens are viscous, viscous, like a resin, enveloping cover, an impenetrable shield. An emerald equal to the bowls of all sorts of weights - fill the warrior with his heavy force! I, a punishing hammer for raising me, listen. The idea of a disobedient who dared to resist - confuse. His rebellious soul - rebellious, distraught - destroy.

Silver is a cold -blooded, strong ridge, the container of all kinds of wealth, the patron saint of the tightening - strengthen its minister! To the one who feels him listens, obeys blindly - will answer. The skin of the one who knows how to store, verification, ligaments and his muscles are attached. His heart, facing the lymph of all kinds of flowers, warms. Wenter of all kinds of flowers, suicide, daring to spend - torture with painful torture.

The lilac is clean, the flesh of the riddles playing, the refuge of the strange - respond to my call, help to punish the rebellious! In the battle with the enemy unknown, crafty, unknown - help me. With deceit and cunning, he has fallen over my truth to defeat - it will die. Watching me, who wanted to find my weakness - will blind. His color will disappear, his hammer will fall, his voice will come silent.