Текст песни Владимир Захаров - Притча

The sea suddenly became a chasm,
Stela black rock.
To shore gull rush,
Inspired by faith.
They tear through a gusty storm
Closer and closer to their stone house.
That caught their element again,
Who asked them to fly?

Weak bird fell,
Night deafening screams.
Wind, well, much to see,
From birds to manage a gentle.
A friend of her strong almost flew,
Only it did not want to throw it.
Together, they have not passed this way,
Forces did not have a little bit.

The waves carried her friend,
Throwing stones on gray.
He lay on the muddy shore,
Next to love first.
And I spent five agonizing days
Wings crosswise Having closed over it.
Heaven, he was shouting again and again,
So dying love.