Singer: Paul Plameni. Page 6

Hey! Are there many, few troubles have seen my country!?
Hey! Are there many, few circling crows above it!?
Stand next to me! And that's to protect my back!
And I'm not leaving! This is my Fatherland!
Because nobody but us...
Time blurs in the sand, even sharp rocks.
All things melt away like morning fog over the water.
And the stars will go out... And people disappear, and the country
And the fact that you have done good - forever with you!

I realized that life is indifferent, as the sharp rocks.
I realized that life without us does not know good.
And the stars will cool down... And people disappear, and the country
But only good in the hearts not cool ever!
One is we do not do a good job!
No one will give a hand to the weak, to protect!
And children nobody will give our best care!
And mothers no one so much not to love!
As we...

Ideals are like stars: they are unattainable, but we define your path.
Do not confuse culture and cultural heritage. The legacy is great, Yes. A culture, alas, no.
Today, we are lacking all these people. They made our culture great.
I believe that if in the near future in our country there will be those who will be also excellent - we, as a nation, waiting for oblivion and death.