Текст песни Органика - Кровь-весна

My light steel lids,
My brain is deprived of consciousness.
Playing with the wind hair,
Memory Remains offered.
And he remembered that one on the field
He remained after the battle I
And my trusty steed lifeless,
Isklevan flock of crows.
Etc:
And the blood-spring will read a prayer for me.
Disease, war on the crumbs of tomorrow.
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Above it all comes the sun
And all those who are here will be covered by darkness.
In the morning light dazzled
I closed my eyes.
Death stretch white palm,
Breathless whisper spell.
With the armor will break the will of the
My soul is sinless.
Etc:
And the blood-spring will read a prayer for me.
Disease, war on the crumbs of tomorrow.