Кипелов - Звёзды И Кресты

The Pole Star shines so bright
Over me and sometimes disappear.
Now I can hear your voice,
But sometimes you turn into a strange.
I swear to my love light
Or I'm falling in griefs without fear.
Heathen girl is my choice
Or a saint, I can change.


Through the visions we ride.
We try to find the exit
To get back to your side
With the third cry of light.

Life and death must
Change its faces.
Stop, don't hit the gas!
We're between past
And next places,
That's the way for us.
Life beyond death
At short notice,
Then we move around.
Meeting point
Of stars and crosses,
And of sphere and ground.


Nation of rebel winds
And magnificent soaring bell towers.
On your Calvary hills
There's no way to count crucified seers.
To the chiefs from the kings,
People wanted civilian powers.
When their wish was fulfilled,
They are slaves for all years.


Often we won with force.
Too much evil and bloodshed.
And the truth with the false
Make your crown of thorns.

Life and death must
Change its faces.
Stop, don't hit the gas!
We're between past
And next places,
That's the way for us.
Life beyond death
At short notice,
Then we move around.
Meeting point
Of stars and crosses,
And of sphere and ground.


Now I fly to your land.
I will rise or fall down on my distance
Through the worrying haze
And the heavy fog of disbelief.
It's hard to understand
The main hidden point of our existence.
The Pole Star leaves its bright trace
And support us to live.


Waking up in the night,
On and on we want out.
We'll be back to your side
With the third cry of light.

Life and death must
Change its faces.
Stop, don't hit the gas!
We're between past
And next places,
That's the way for us.
Life beyond death
At short notice,
Then we move around.
Meeting point
Of stars and crosses,
And of sphere and ground.