Текст песни Менестрелька - Под рваным шелком

Madness of the brave, what else to say? You went through everything and again you have to admit that silk of mourning banners is defeated and over you. The sword in the arsenal, locked up arsenal. Have you been told? Or you said that the law does not rule over you under tattered silk of mourning banners. At a height of one hundred and two flights of birds there are no equal, there is no struggle and there are no borders, but you are already buried and buried under tattered silk of mourning banners ... And in the mirrors of the last palace you see the reflection of the Creator. Friends, friends, friends from all sides under the tattered silk mourning banners. And there is no war and the memory of her, nor of one of those sacred days. And the last moan is torn from the chest under torn silk of mourning banners. And emptiness creeps into your chest, and your life is simple, empty, full ... That’s what you were sentenced to under the tattered rustle of mourning banners. Under the ragged silk mourning banners.