Ария - Дезертир

In December dawn there was fog in atmosphere,
Snow fell to the feet alike a traitor.
Every step in sight, it gets really cold in here
Then you will get caught by the frost.
And it's getting too hard and tough for you to breathe.
It's too hard to blame for our Creator.
It's too hard to run, you'd give half your life for free
To forget that fight which you lost.


You deserted your place.
Outside the law and you can't find the true.
Their goal is your face,
Rifles of a hundred alpine sniper's crew.

How tomorrow will be in our plan?
Our world is so large and so hostile.
Who'll walk on the waves like a saint man,
Who will crucify ourselves in vain –
It is your fate, it is your pain.


Land had been assailed, the scorched earth behind my back
And above my head the skies on fire.
You throw down your arms, you hadn't shot when they attacked.
Then send to the demons this hell.
Fight behind your back, is sincere fight or not.
Point of war is blurred by blood desire.
The blind bullets rule the ball, drive us out a lot.
Those who killed is sacred as well.


You deserted your place.
Outside the law and you can't find the true.
Their goal is your face.
They are guys which marked by death the same as you.

How tomorrow will be in our plan?
Our world is so large and so hostile.
Who'll walk on the waves like a saint man,
Who will crucify ourselves in vain –
It is your fate ... well, it is your pain.


In December dawn the cold mist is all around,
Then the morning rise up from the aches.
Have no tracks at all, the minutes are running out,
It is getting dark in the wood.
You lie in the snow, no tribe and without a names
Killed by shot or killed by your own passion.
Captive for all time, you fell into icy chains.
But your soul is roaming where you...
But your soul is roaming where you...
But your soul is roaming where you stood.