Текст песни Вика Цыганова - Колокола

Fairy tales are over, should we be sad?
Everything that has been prophesied is true!
A bullet is pierced, burned from the edges
Faith with me, surviving in fire

I chew air and I swallow prayers
We will not disappear, I really know
Will resurrect soon - there are predictions
Here is Novorossia or Khazaria

My copper-honey bells
The spaces of my voices secret
Store Russia from grief and evil
Bells, bells!

Black sun above red arable land
The sky of the Slavs leaned over the fallen
Smoke goes into the eternity of legend
Russia will be Russia and Khazaria will perish

My copper-honey bells
The spaces of my voices secret
Store Russia from grief and evil
Bells, bells!

My guardian angel, freeze, don't breathe
Here death cuts its turns
And the souls of the living covers the cover
From domes and prayer words

My copper-honey bells
The spaces of my voices secret
Store Russia from grief and evil
Bells, bells!

My copper-honey bells
The powers of my voice are secret
Store Russia from grief and evil
In the split heart of the bell