Аркона - Азъ - Аркаим
текст песни

Oh, you are steppe, oh, you are a steppe,
Oh yes the steppe is wide,
It spread far, far,
Enjoying herbs for centuries
To the hills of the saints
In groves, centuries -olds.
Arkaim!

Echo alive voice of sand centuries
We hear in the midnight thickets of the desert,
The shadow of the heritage era wanders here,
What hid in the ruins of the shrine.
Faded eyes of a gray -haired shaman
They are sighted at the foot of the long hills
Hinges, who performed old legend,
He hid the smoke of fire behind the halls of dreams.

Here is the era of the universe by the winds of persecution
The secret of Arkaim will stir with a sandy hand,
Constrained by the tower in the circle of the genus,
Illuminates glare
In the features of heavenly vault
The city is white -faced.

Arkaim - Grand Grandfather Heritage
Like the smoke of the darkness of millennia,
Fire up to the sky tends to
Prophery in order to revive!

Touching the dawn, among the herbs of mowed
Lay my trace of the sacred hills
Let it merge with the past

Arkaim ...

If he is now dying of the light with me
Like star dust, dawn was blinded,
And that distant past in dazzling dreams
We will leave forever in distant worlds.

Be alive
Arkaim!

The truth is alive ...