Истинный облик - Невеста - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In the dark room in the light of the candle, the bride cries at the coffin cries ... Crying ... Deceiving shadows write visions, wax swims on water, drowning, rides ... sinking, jumping ...

Oh, take my hands, take my braids, take my tears,

But return my beloved back!

Take my holidays, the papers are refuseniks, take my voice, but return my birthday back!

She will not give it out, the window pattern.

Not for braids, not for tears, not for the hands, not for the voice and the holidays ... yes holidays ...

She took it, drank to the bottom, will not give it out, will not let go,

The refuseniks will not help the papers ... Refuseniks ...

Oh, shut up glass, you were recently river sand,

How do I grieve about him how do you know? And I will devote her, I will lay her soul, I will give the whole cattle,

I will burst in half with a white tablecloth!

Oh, forget about him,- the wind howled outside the window.

He is now far away, where is darkness, but not to us.

Cry the bride for three days, in the morning light-no-zarya, spend in your arms, a kiss on a sleigh, do not tell anyone.

Oh, shut up, breeze, you are always far from us.

You are in a hurry, you fly in trees, move in the field with herbs.

And I love him and I want one. I will give everything to be returned ...

Oh, friends, oh, you are wrong ... You are wrong ...

In a dark room in the light of a candle

The bride cries at the coffin cries ... Crying ... The shadows are deceiving write visions,

Wax swims on the water, sinks, rides ... sinks, rides ... And he lies inanimate, in the ceiling of the blue, the cross on his chest says, ahead of the grief ... Woe ... a sign of a sign, silence with a tongue reproaches me, reproaches me, rests me,

that we parted with him with a quarrel ... in a quarrel ...