Текст песни Хелависа - Огонь

I'll type in the woods,
I'll drink the fire with wine.
Under the sickle like a wave - grass,
I will dilute hope with sleep.

You create -
three years not to speak.

The heart is boiled in milk,
The nettle leaf is in the eyes of the fire.
Moonlight on your hand,
On the shirt is a red pattern.
On the shirt is a red cock,
And should I spare the fire?
How to capture the smoke from the smoke,
How brightly the prince smiles!

You rekindle yourself -
Barefoot on the coals to walk.
You kiss -
Under the ashes of the star count.

For three years weed weave,
Embroider a way with dark hair,
Sparks all on it to collect -
Fingers of pain burn, well, let.
I divide the blood for two without words,
Darken the snow by spring,
Scarlet ribbon of night bonfires
I will give my soul to you.

Know, the ashes -
All the tears wept.
You, too, know, pitch -
All the winds I drove off.
Where now to take heat -
I gave my whole soul,
And the other one found you,
The other led by the hand,
I cursed her for it.

There will be time, and there will be night ...
Like a hungry, moonless hour
You run, razluchnitsa, off -
My prince turns around.
The house and the forest are puffing up with gunpowder,
And the road to him - to my land.
How the hem of heaven will shine,
Everything, as it is, take me!