Викк - Моя Вера - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And there fly flocks of birds, the white light and any dungeon,

Crystal streams, such a city of God, there is not every sacred road there.

And there fly flocks of birds, the white light and any dungeon,

Crystal streams, such a city of God, there is not every sacred road there.

All my life pulled his hands to the sky, even there was not there, one moment and I will meet me, with God's light, the flowers stretch to me, I believe in it.

I will plunge into that world when the time is coming, I will be released from roads,

which hung on the veins, the eclipse will remain in the body until he is in heaven.

I will not wear white wings and arrows ... arrows ..

When I will become above, it will be heard ..

You hear this sound, now you will see the truth ..

Thought this hour, to see the meaning in life,

And can be understood all your thoughts ..

What are burning in the eyes - the colors of the flame sparks,

My God will give me love .. that no one will be pleased.

And I am sure it will be saturated ... saturated ..

And there fly flocks of birds, the white light and any dungeon,

Crystal streams, such a city of God, there is not every sacred road there.

And there fly flocks of birds, the white light and any dungeon,

Crystal streams, such a city of God, there is not every sacred road there.

Not long ago, as if on at all, the circle was closed,

But I stayed with her, I did not break up with life,

But he paid many, expensive.

How much time was lost, and I scored.

But I did not forget, it was even loved ..

Then he died from boredom, cheered like a bitch! Knocks on the door,

Turned out to be glitches, adding flour to me ..

I will meet everything in my hands, circles under the eyes,

It seemed strange, bruises on the veins were old ..

God on the truth is true, and I am sure - I will not be back and let him.

And even ... I want ..

And there fly flocks of birds, the white light and any dungeon,

Crystal streams, such a city of God, there is not every sacred road there.

And there fly flocks of birds, the white light and any dungeon,

Crystal streams, such a city of God, there is not every sacred road there.