Ария и Кипелов - Смутное время
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Time of Troubles -
Ghost of freedom on horse
Blood knee
As if in some kind of wild dream,
People dof - beat the old gods,
It prays people - waiting for righteous dreams.

In the Sky Comet -
Close misfortunes faithful sign
Warriors of Light
Fallen burned on fires,
Warriors of darkness - the world - took into the ring,
Thousands of birds down the rain.

We do not know who we are
Children of the Red Star,
Children of black star
Or new graves.

Dance of Death
Simple and terrible
But until it struck an hour,
For the sins of all the lives of our
Time sink punishes us!

We are still alive!
Someone will be saved, someone - no,
Wild gust
In the fortress, our devils light,
Torn flag - a sign - to the surrender of enemies,
But you won't take us - you are lying - we are alive yet!

Time of Troubles -
Ghost of freedom on horse
Blood knee
As if in some kind of wild dream,
People dof - beat the old gods,
It prays people - waiting for righteous dreams.

We do not know who we are
Children of the Red Star,
Children of black star
Or new graves.

Dance of Death
Simple and terrible
But until it struck an hour,
For the sins of all the lives of our
Time sink punishes us!

Dance of Death
Simple and terrible
But until it struck an hour,
For the sins of all the lives of our
Time sink punishes us!