Сколот - Кручина
текст песни

Piled up Kruchin on my head
As if a thin ray will soon be drunk
The path in the night in the darkness of the pitch
Mine ruins
You come to me, dear
Dawn of a clear dawn

For a long time wandered like a leap
In a foreign land
Not finding a road towards you
The song sang his
Maybe you are suddenly clean in the sky
You steam a bird
If so, please, dear
Hear my song

Heal the sincere wounds
Turn the child
To the mighty wings
give me a hug

I know that the ancestors are not worthy
I lived a stranger
I tried to leave you
Poor fugitive
But the heart could not and tear
From the deeds of those
The sun does not shine without you
Furs of life is over

Heal the sincere wounds
Turn the child
To the mighty wings
Give me a hug...