Lyrics Честный - Желаю солнца

I wish the sun, I wish the wind
Pacanam who have long gone to heaven
And for those who were not willing to be alive
And forever young
It is too early to us to get to heaven
It is too early to grief winds
It is too early in the bluish smoke clouds
So breathe deeply until

And while mom your son is alive
And while I'm with you mom
My mother is the soul it is calm
That does not begin in the house of war
My soul white soul brave
Lead on my life, I first
Those who are worthy of someone not worth the money
I myself his spiritual home postorit
And then my mother looking at the sky the way we live
Dead or alive soul
On the streets we live or
Do not smoke or drink mom
And do not take away from me my god
Even if you give a lot of money
Even if you meet the cold beach
My love on your Lays
And you asked me to go with my window
me time to fully execute all
not escape forever to get there
I passed beda.moya luck forever
Sea gulls and white white sand
children on the streets without noses
I was there, I saw there ran
I was with the boys and I had a beach
No trace of the beginning of the eight
but our Ural mountains again freeze
back again I will die
no end or beginning to be seen there
wai wai wai brother pour
Puer leaves and ginseng edge
New in April but in May a new
if not lost heart BrAZ Cheer

I wish the sun, wind wish
kid who is long gone to heaven
and those who were not willing to be alive
and forever young
it is too early to get us to heaven
it is too early to one of sorrow winds
it is too early in the bluish smoke clouds
so breathe deeply until

Hey! At the top there, how are you?
Salam. I embrace the sky, falling to the feet.
Land down, let it be.
At the gate
Paradise strict let you do not judge!
I remember! It is holy!
I am with you, my children!
And do not let go of the soul!
Just breathe, and if you take away the cloud just yet.
I remember, as a hug,
often crying as dying, but flying.
I remember how we loved,
As we walked, like stealing,
both laughed, and where there was no trouble,
where I and thou,
divided by Palam our dreams and when I
Brother is on the way, I will go to the grave,
are you all tell me !!!

I wish the sun, I wish the wind
kid who is long gone to heaven
and those who were not willing to be alive
and forever young
it is too early to get us to heaven
it is too early to one of sorrow winds
it is too early in the bluish smoke clouds
so breathe deeply until