Текст песни Оксана Варушкина - Господь, храни особенных

The wider your arms, the easier it is to crucify thee
the purer your soul , the easier it spit .
you clip the wings when you can fly
you fill dirt to just could not shine ...

God bless features.
not adapted to other
living in isolated , unknown worlds.
Dari them more time and
it appear at the bottom of it ...
not in oblivion , bring them to the hands!
Carry them in the hands of ...

lower your bow , the easier you execute
and the hotter the blood, pleasant to drink it
The more people you love , the more you're lonely
the less your fault , the more cruel the court ...

God bless ... special ...
not adapted to the other ,
living in isolated , unknown worlds ..
Dari more time
and if there had been at the bottom of it ..
not in oblivion , bring them into the hands ..
Carry them in his arms ..

managed to climb higher , the sweeter you shoot down
and life is not a fairy tale , and death can not wait

God bless ... special ...
not adapted to the other ,
living in isolated , unknown worlds ..
Dari more time
and if there had been at the bottom of it ..
not in oblivion , bring them into the hands of ...
Carry them in his arms ..
Carry them in her arms ....
Bring them on hand .....