Текст песни Ян Феров - Сильный, вольный, бесстрашный

The wind howls on the roof,
On the branches of sleepy trees.
The wind howls less and less.
He looks like a blind animal.

The wind has been chasing for years,
Giving birth to storms and storms.
Fanning the flames from the coals,
Warding off arrows and bullets.

Strong, free, fearless,
Clinging to the blades of the mills,
For the sails and flags on the towers,
He settled on his paws near the fir trees.

I scattered myself little by little,
I still didn’t understand what I was striving for,
I wanted the whole world, but in the end
Crashed on tree branches.

The wind doesn't howl on the roof,
Does not bend sleepy spruce trees.
Calm in a minute and you hear
How new animals howled.