Текст песни ST и Бьянка - Крылья

[Chorus, Bianca]:
You are a proud eagle with huge wings.
I run across the sky for you, for the clouds.
Your loyalty I am the swan;
I'm not at all afraid, I just love you.

Nothing, even to be next to me.
Just never lie, tell the truth & # 33;
After all, your loyalty I - swan;
I'm not at all afraid, I just love you.

[ST]:
Once I’ll tell myself: & quot; Enough & # 33; Take it easy. Do not. Cool down & quot ;;
And through the mortal flesh my herbs will sprout — rezeda and wormwood.
I will leave at sunset by the blazing Sun, having screwed up the horizon.
There is a crucifix on the chest, the mother puts a candle at the icons.

The sky will wash away traces, and the smoke will be scattered by rainwater.
Wild flowers will sprinkle my body with Holy Dew.
And my ears on the battlefield will be covered with ears, gold will be tilled.
The burned bridges behind my back will remind me of my hands in soot, in soot.

And my soul from the wind will rush to the core over the city,
Where trees rustle over a precipice, I will find peace under willow weeping.
But as long as that day does not come, the heart, with clenched fists, will beat -
Destined to him by the will of fate, it was born a free bird.
The angel will descend from the sky behind me, and with the sword behind the shoulder will be on the right.
There is something to die for, clearly worth it, and this is certainly not money and fame.
For her eyes, full of life, the beauty of the land of the one that raised -
I will walk the path from the cradle to the cross over the dilapidated grave.

[Chorus, Bianca]:
You are a proud eagle with huge wings.
I run across the sky for you, for the clouds.
Your loyalty I am the swan;
I'm not at all afraid, I just love you.

Nothing, even to be next to me.
Just never lie, tell the truth & # 33;
After all, your loyalty I - swan;
I'm not at all afraid, I just love you.

I once say to myself: & quot; Enough & quot ;, - we all pay, but a different price.
And the Gladiator will fall in the walls of the Colosseum, gushing the arena of crimson blood -
Under the jubilant roar of frantic crowd, distraught spectacle of battle;
He will fall on his knees before God, asking for forgiveness in prayer.

Fists will pull bandages, as if freshly wounded.
He came to himself in search of strength, but found only pains flaws.
Disperse at the seams of his scars, those that are sewn with white thread -
Do not rise to those who did not fall. Not a hunter who is full of carrion.

The brisk heart is breaking free, in the chest it whines under the captivity of the shirt.
With my head uncovered, I will bow to the ground with my head to the scaffold.
Plucked like a flower at dawn, along fields that do not know the edge -
The wind will lift me up to the sky with birds migratory in a flock.

We go underground, clinging to the roots of life, and find peace there.
Although, like, the stars are so close that you can already reach out to us by hand.
One soldier in the field, where there is not completely mown cornfields -
I will breathe freedom in a full breast, and at that very moment I will become happy.

[Chorus, Bianca]:
You are a proud eagle with huge wings.
I run across the sky for you, for the clouds.
Your loyalty I am the swan;
I'm not at all afraid, I just love you.

Till the last breath...
I'm with you until my last breath & # 33;

You are a proud eagle with huge wings.
I run across the sky for you, for the clouds.
Your loyalty I am the swan;
I'm not at all afraid, I just love you.

Nothing, even to be next to me.
Just never lie, tell the truth & # 33;
After all, your loyalty I - swan;
I'm not at all afraid, I just love you.

Till the last breath...
I'm with you until my last breath & # 33;

ST, Bianca - Wings.
Album & quot; Handwriting & quot ;.
March 2015