Текст песни Геннадій Тимановський - Крила

Text: Paul Shubart.

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 Stairs would climb up
 And go beyond the limits of the ideas of terror
 But in their eyes disagreement
 There is a bad weather in the world
 To break through the word the usual walls
 If not their poisonous arrows
 It would be all wrong
 And you would not ask how

 Because your weakness is some kind of power
 You need to get your wings
 And fly for that edge
 In which enemy will leave paradise

 New water washes old traces
 But heavy virgin walk
 Where is it easy? Not many of us
 Give me a pass
 In the crowd I would not lose myself
 You should not ask for your field
 For the right to stand under the sun
 No need to ask.