Текст песни Барда - Ветер Севера

The wind of the North,
Sing to me about my house,
What dared to forget
The sky is gray
We will leave at sunrise
Until the Chertov Fortune
Ice is crushed at the porch,
The Hours of the Horse
Waiting for the call ... the last trumpet

With sound heather
Our tracks will hide,
And do not remember about them
Who will believe us
Knights of the Fallen Star
From the rejected books?
Let in the pattern of time
Neither poems nor names
But will remind the forgotten ... their midnight scream

In a word thrown
The peace will be destroyed
And the living heat
Shallow
The world is under a cruel hand,
Like a colored glass ...
By the will of the creators,
We are laughing in person
From the hands of the unskillful ... it's hard to die

Dream timeless
In the sticky, silent silence
Rewritten phrases
The poison is slow
Lies in blackened wine -
Gift of the last of us
The dawn breaks through the windows,
No more time
We will reach the Chertovs ... at the appointed hour ...