Singer: Aria

Wipes away your tears, and you laugh in your sleep.

You are a careless angel flying into the distance.

You are a careless angel flying into the distance.

There are no more such friends.

Drink your poison! Drink, prosecutors, Pontius Pilate!

If you don't want, don't trust me...

Oh no.

If you don't want to, don't trust me.

If you don't want to, don't trust me.

Leave the dead alone
Act while alive -
There is a war.

And we have a soul -
Freedom of heaven
And the eternal debate -
Who is a stranger, and who your

You Patriot
Who does not remember the roots, you will not understand
In the heart of the fire is not extinguished,
Who is not with us is against us!

Against us the brilliance of the Byzantine churches
Lavish feasts and gifts,
We put to death our children
Knowing the cruelty of enemies.
Signs of the moon threaten us with trouble,
Arrows sing about one thing
The choice is tough - the baptism of water
Or the baptism of fire.

We, in a frenzy of anger, fighting,
Believing in the immortality of souls,
Will be a victim not a handful of earth,
And the guardian of heavenly garden.
Down the river the idols of the sail,
There is no one to beat them to bow,
We are no more worth to live
In the world, baptized by fire.