Александр Чешир - Альбигойцы
текст песни

Burial bonfires stood blue smoke,
Past hill hills, empty roads,
On the plains of gray -haired in the waiting of the snow -
Answer me, what was your shelter?

Than our goal was among the seething boilers,
Among the constrained bodies, among the carnal prison?
We were mistaken in the doors, I did not want to be here!
Wake up, the cover is ripped off:

In the sky
They melt copper.
This is death -
Knight in black silk,
Conductor
To paradise,
Where is careless of the psalm,
Where at the round table,
Like Artovo chivalry, the retinue of Christ
At the bowl with wine.

To everyone who waited more, the Lord will direct the messengers,
In their hands, like the Grail, a deadly violet burns,
But if this is the finale, it looks so much like love ...
Do you hear the singing of winds?
In a network of white roads, above the fractional beam of horseshoes
The cloud door is open.
So a trumpet in his horn above the universal winter,
What was the land to us!
Had ash of our bonfires.
Look around
The messenger is waiting
Conductor
Until the last gate,
Where is me
They will meet
All I loved
All I loved
All who, like us, carried away to heaven
wind...