Margenta - Молитва к Леонардо - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Hear me, Master Leonardo. Hear me lost in the universe of the wanderer, accidentally hitting our land, rich in harvesting hearts, outlook and stone, easily wounded and burning. Tell me, to which mirror should look at me to read all the most intended fate: in the usual, or in black, who fell out of a black velvet case, embroidered with tears of the Third Angel. Is it true that even the gods are impossible against nonsense? Is it true that the person who has known freedom of speech, cease to understand the people, but begin to understand the birds and it becomes closer to the sky for one wave of falcon's wings? Tell me how many masks should a man wear, not to feel hit in the face? ***

Hear me, Master Leonardo, the only one who trusts the moon of the mystery of his dark side, hear me, born among the opposite of the Apennine Mountains of 15 AAPrel. On the day, when many centuries later walignly giving me life forever.

Yes, the candle will be marry on my window, looking to the West - I will know what you hear me, in which part of the universe you would be, what horseshoes would you hit, what kind of paints would you not mix, what kind of riddles you would none guess the capricious The wind, thick wine of what vineyards would not pour into the sacred bowl.

INFLAMMA!

Ritorna!