Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Дорога за Предел

I stand on the battlefield
Body bright hope,
On my shoulder a wise raven
Keep a bottle of living water.
We certainly all correct,
It will be even better than before,
Only mnitsya, I look older
200 years, when the gray-haired.

Do not cry, do not wash away the blood tears
On the white marble floor,
Palm pilgrims winds
Icy dispel ashes
As seeds steppe grasses
What sprout thirst to live.
Let the dead white wings
Hold on, I pray thee, hold on!

How high above the sky
And the goal is still clear,
I will carry you easily
Through the heat of the burning bridge.
Now there is no turning back -
Commit unnecessary land
Again, will the house and will be light,
And the wine blood, and warm bread.

Close your tired eyes:
Sleep hide his soul from troubles.
During our walks after the storm,
By erasing the traces of the past.
I carried you in my house,
The country silver grass,
And the heart, wounded by ice,
Again it becomes easy and alive