Мельница - Пряха
текст песни

The shoulder night, the thief at the gate,
Bustle buzzing sleep does not give
You - I am here again.
Whoever hinds Len, who hides wool,
Whoever hinds the passion, and who hinds revenge,
And I feel your death.
Wheel - chasing the bloods of blood,
Wheel - in the lips pours poison,
Wheel, turn back - this is me ...
Hey, hide, work live,
Loggy fire, wait for guests,
Lei wine and stalled bed! ..

Sickle Moon cut the path to the palm -
Do not forget about the pursuit -
He does not go on the heels.
Blood - iron, wings - Hands,
Heart - Hop and bitterness - lips,
You dreamed to turn around myself.
Oh, wheel, turn on steel spikes,
Fear burned down on seven fires,
But your death is not here and not there;
And I'm waiting for hope at night and day,
Through you pass by fire and sword,
To the heart - aspen cooke!

I see, I know - you are on the way
Firewall wheels in the sky,
Melting thread and close time;
You are outlawed - you from the window,
Crime - Love Price
So crossing, crossing the threshold.
Transformation of life in not life
In rotation of the racing spokes,
Hot brilliance from under eyelashes;
You break into the death of boiling resin,
Split hundreds of petals ash,
I fell into my hands,
You are mine, now you are my venue of centuries! ..