Светлана Сурганова и Оркестр - Путник милый
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Dear traveler you are far away
But I'm talking to you.
Candles lit up in heaven,
Zara escorting.

My traveler is rather right
Turn your bright gaze.
There is a sly dragon
My ruler has long.

And in the Dragon cave
There is no mercy of no law.
And weighs a whip on the wall,
So that I don't sing songs.

And the winged dragon torments
He teaches me with humility
So that she forgot children's laughter
So that it becomes the best.

You are too sure of your hands
You think enough strength.
Press the palm to throw me
To the ashes of hospitable graves.

And you are self -propelled in your rights
Crown and overthrow
You want to be a god at least in words
Fire pouring snow,

But you know your hand is not stronger
The one that keeps me.
And I obey, she alone,
I stand without fear of fire.

And I only submitting to her alone,
I will calmly meet your gaze.
My life will be returned to that wall
Where the garden always shines.

Cute traveler to the city of Dalny
Take my words
To make it more sad,
Who I'm still alive