Текст песни Lady Prowler, Г.Матвейчук - Иконы плачут

& quot; Cry Icons & quot;

When the game ends,
A game where death is quite seriously,
Where is beyond good
It remains the kingdom of tears

Where on the trampled soul
There was a children's tears,
And all of us in the heavenly tent,
Only once we close the eyes

Icons are crying in silence,
But the wind tears picks
Let the people of the saints can not see me,
Now string them sing

And somewhere out there is a war,
The war for the right to be alive
Nothing she does not shrink,
We are leaving a bitter smoke

Whose side will you,
When you understand who is behind you
And you'll be able to shoot at me,
When you see himself

Icons are crying in silence,
But the wind tears picks
Let the people of the saints can not see me,
Now string them sing