Текст песни Остролист - Британская Ночь

British Night

British night, gentle breeze,
On the eve - the holiday Beltan.
I wandered down the hill, I went down,
Where the secret told the fog.
Beautiful fairies, ancient people,
Came from forgotten times
In our mad century, in the lost year
With singing, but without names.
Stomped on the grass, and instantly revived
Every piece of land,
And in sad joy sparkled brightly
Dance of the Giants in the distance.

I feel again
Stirs my blood
Apple flavor,
And pouring around
In the fog night
Pink Starfall
Under the ghostly ringing
Dancing around
Fairies are three thousand years old.
Here heather blooms,
And quietly sings
Playful pink light.

Under the singing of their century sadly
Flow in the blue sky.
Herbs told me that pure feelings
Give long life.
Sail is white, goes without a rudder
Rook from the Summer Country.
And the proud face - the shadow of the King -
Blurs boundaries in dreams.
Those who wanted to find the Grail
Come here from different places.
One took a candle, another chose steel,
The third fell cross.
On the lunar path each went
Following the singing of fairies,
And each led a pink light
Vintage dance nights.

I feel again
Stirs my blood
Apple flavor,
And pouring around
In the fog night
Pink Starfall
Under the ghostly ringing
Dancing around
Fairies are three thousand years old.
Here heather blooms,
And quietly sings
Playful pink light.

(c) A. Shestakov