Елена Войнаровская - Огонь - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

This is just a fire that is torn to freedom. The conspiracy nectar, poisoned arrows, an echo wandering through deep canyons. These are stars on the black silk cloak of a star. The bottomless blue sky of Madrid, reflected in the pupils of the dying Matador. This is a ritual singing that explodes with a fire of madness, breaking a musical phrase, slashing the heart with a knife and leaving a deep wound.