Lyrics Дмитрий Петренко - Под сенью неба чёрного

Under the canopy of the black sky
And the darkness of the night among
Hear you grieved
Hold to your chest

No one can help me
The Silence of the Lord
And we are similar to you
And we can overcome

And the terms are fleeting
And the cold in winter
Well, the beauty of the heart
Let's go home

You will throw words
While there is something to say
I like you like that
You don't know how to lie

Turn around in a waltz, at the pace of us
Fragments of these words
The wreckage of some ancient phrases
Harder than any ice

And the hot fire of that
What lit up the window
Do not put out his water
The fire burns for a long time

Let the fire burn, burn
As the poet said
Everyone talks about it
Poet or not

The hour comes when any
Say the words
That they do not scream a dashing crowd
And two quietly whisper

Two lights in pitch darkness
Like candles
I am so grateful to fate
What he said, did not keep silent