Текст песни ГрОб - Белое безмолвие

Am Dm
All the years and centuries and epochs in a row
E7 Am
Everything tends to heat from the cold and blizzards.
Am F
Why did these birds are flying north.
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If the bird is put only on the south
Am Dm
Glory they do not need and greatness.
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That would end under the wings of ice.
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And they will find happiness avian,
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As a reward for a daring flight.

What we have not lived what we could not sleep.
What has brought us to the path of high waves.
We Seeded is observed not had
This - rarely, seeded in price

Silence, only the gulls like lightning.
Void we feed them out of hand.
But the rewards us for silence,
It must be sound.

How long have we only dream white dreams.
All other shades of snow brought.
We have long been blinded by such whiteness.
But prozreem of black strips of land.

Our throats let silence.
Our weakness will melt like a shadow.
And the reward for the nights of despair
Will perpetual polar day.

North, will, hope, a country without borders.
Snow without dirt as a long life without lies.
Crows do not we pick out the eyes out of their sockets.
Because it is not usual here crows.

Those who do not believe in evil prophecy.
The snow did not lie down for a moment not relax.
But the award for loneliness
Gotta meet somebody.