Текст песни Сэнди - Ветер легенды

Wind Legends

The granted land,
And that shore of gloomy brief days ...
The era will go away - what will you remember about it?

The wind singing in the grass,
In the forest green kroons,
In the rocks singing the wind ...

The Wind of Legends sings
On thousands of votes,
Crochet small legends pattern
And small creations of ligature-
And the network of its roads
Weave Love and Power.

The Wind of Legends Calls -
And the heart rushes to the call,
And everyone who entered the choir
Even once step outside the threshold,
To the new fate to fall
In the constellation of eternal lines, -

So the epic becomes a fairy tale, and a new look
The trait draws.
The era of heroes left us only valor,
Glory and death -
And the country-without-death ...

But in the city the voice of Night asked me
Are not my brothers and all their blessed coasts deceitful?
Has the Life of the Desire become a shorter life? ..
And I answered: "Disbelief - from the Enemy ..."
The legend is alive and still returns memory
We are the name of the one who sang of love and honor at the throne of evil. "

... But the shadow of clouds lies on a white stone -
A sign of the west is the contours of the eagle.

And again the messengers carry alarming news
From the coast.

The era of heroes left us only songs,
The sea and the firmament
and the Star of Hope, -

We, leaving in fiction.
All that has already happened
anything that will happen.

And in the old town everyone called me the Voice of the Night,
Whispered - you are offended by the might of the earth, doomed to death.
Suffering, sorrow, war and darkness prophesied.
And I answered: "I can not find the answer,"
But the wind sings in sails and time passes,
And maybe it's a sign to try fate - and connect
From the white tree to the white mountains of Middle-earth
Steps of my way, like pearls, into the thread & quot ;.

Here the epic becomes a fairy tale, and the tale of life -
Other than before.
The era of heroes left us only triune,
Faces of the Gods
and the Star of Hope, -

To us, going into the sea, -
Heart filled with anguish
In the rocks a singing breeze.

So right sails to the east,
On the gray banks,
Where is the memory of darkness different?
To live is now fated.

Where the hot sand is angry,
And so ruthless snow.

Rule the sails to the east.
In the magical ancient forests -
There the spirits of trees sleep,
And, leading to heaven,
The roads of the legends lie,
Shining at our feet ...

To us, going into songs-
All that has already happened,
Anything else will happen ...