Варвара - Шаманская - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

A pale -faced brother, an unloved friend, give a soldier, die in a battle, explain to you how a circle will become closed if I sing a forgotten song? Tell you how the eagle flies, the icons are driving in the sky by the wing? You are not good here now, you have wandered now, return to your empty house. This is magic, you hear, the shaman learned to campaign at the wind that he beats in a tambourine, you can tell a lot to your heart, if you feel your heart - like your own. For her - and death in the eyes is so easy that it seems - the surface of the water ... I have a lot of arrows in the reserve. Forget her. Time of traces. There will be May, and it will be free, and will find the falcon in the bowels of the rocks, and freedom of choice - as the price, that everyone who searched it paid.

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