Текст песни Пляски Святого Витта - Вверх или вниз - Страх

He will not go, it will find my words,
His crush, zaplyuet my rumor.
According raspletutsya thin thread of voice,
He poisoned life, break the sails.

When he is asleep, the fire burning in his hands.
He is very bright, but you did not touch it.
Fire centuries, not flood water of heaven.
He burns down the page days, burning the city.

On that note, this light shines me a star.
It erases the ashes calendar days,
Again melt of the second circle of the eternal,
And I look at the hands, hear every sound.

As it burning ...
As the sky melt ...

We do not when you do not die, we will live with this thought.
We only need to understand what and how much we have to wait.
We just need to figure out where it is not worth spit.
We do not die when you do not ...