Текст песни Сруб - Всем языки развяжет заря

The voice of the forest laughs the night
With a deadly dead tree, the fields fall asleep
The dry rivers will forget the seas
All the languages ​​will unleash the dawn

Nights pile. Owl's house.
Black cross. The moon is sickle.
The forest is deaf. An easy way.
The hour is gray. The mist is cloudy.

Heather is singing the bright fields
The bead of berries is full of earth
The deep rivers will remember the seas
All languages ​​will untie the dawn.

Where are you? You walk more often in the forest.
Who are you? Trace the trail, he is following you.