Lamia Morra - Вороны
текст песни

Fly, my crows,
My fate is torn birds
Not in the sky cranes and not in the hands of a tint
And just the stupid days spent

In a white sky, silver blotes
Personal derivals withdrawal
Fly, crows, dear to me creatures
After all, I almost cooled. And you have to go

You can not give hope when leaving
Do not leave, hoping
The heather will doubt the noise of your wings
Washed by beads yesterday's rain

I am a raven myself, with a silver wing
I am not reflected by mirrors and gave me
Fly, crows, take me to the flock
To observe and dream about the past
Fly, my crows ......