Текст песни письма одиссея - буддизм

As day after day, like a starfish
So fast, so elusive
Years are flying and we really can not return
All that was
But looking at the shape of the rocks
We will hear in profound silence
Buddhism, how much you suffered
How many bitter memories
But looking at the shape of the rocks
We will hear in profound silence
Buddhism, how much you suffered
How many bitter memories
How many words in itself is hidden
A stern view of the datsan and the tower
How many secrets does one keep in himself?
Buddhism - the Motherland of our ancestors
How much blood is spilled
How many tears of children and mother
Changed the battle for another
For enlightenment they fought to the death
How much blood is spilled
How many tears of children and mother
Changed the battle for another
For enlightenment they fought to the death

Arhat winds blow to us
Death for nirvana is not terrible
In battle we will prove solipsism
You will be free, Buddhism!
Arhat winds blow to us
Death for nirvana is not terrible
In battle we will prove solipsism
You will be free, Buddhism!

And the pain is fresh from far away.
Where the deaths of hunger and pain
The native datsan, and bitter trace
You saved for descendants
From the darkness of the ages, hear weeping
What a mother that the Buddha lost
From the darkness of the centuries the haze will return
What stood over Buddhism
From the darkness of the ages, hear weeping
What a mother that the Buddha lost
From the darkness of the centuries the haze will return
What stood over Buddhism
Oh, how many better sons
In a cruel battle, life was given
On whose whim, on whose whim
Illusions did not kill?

What is the common people guilty of,
What was betrayed by the deception of maya?
We are to blame for only one thing,
What we did not rise on our knees
What is the common people guilty of,
What was betrayed by the deception of maya?
We are to blame for only one thing,
What we did not rise on our knees

Arhat winds blow to us
Death for nirvana is not terrible
In battle we will prove solipsism
You will be free, Buddhism!
Arhat winds blow to us
Death for nirvana is not terrible
In battle we will prove solipsism
You will be free, Buddhism!

But the day will come, Sufism will come!
Fall heavy fetters
Hear my call, rise up, Buddhism!
For the last battle, be ready!
And in that battle we will stand,
Solid in tight rows
And in that battle we will win
Arise, Buddhism, Siddhartha is with us!
And in that battle we will stand,
Solid in tight rows
And in that battle we will win
Arise, Buddhism, Siddhartha is with us!

Arhat winds blow to us
Death for nirvana is not terrible
In battle we will prove solipsism
You will be free, Buddhism!
Arhat winds blow to us
Death for nirvana is not terrible
In battle we will prove solipsism
You will be free, Buddhism!