Тэм Гринхилл - Как напоить из иссякшего родника...
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How to drink from a dried spring
The one that came later for a thousand years
Memory - a mobile snake of sand in the hands
Iri Etlerto - We are not dear to the house

Blizzard hides our trace
He sweeps his eyes
If you want advice -
Return back

Our house is a split stone of the black gate
White careless binder repeats the break
Time ruthlessly wrapped a fairy tale about us
Ending a gold -defeated evil with gold
Strands with bitter ash
We wear to death
Come back home
And extinguish the fire.

I will not tell you a tired soul
Your hands will touch the crystal of ice
Your heart will freeze - you can't live
The Fairy of Metelia will take your laugh forever
Pain will cool water
The night will close his eyes
The star will indicate the path
Return back.

Do not demand a bowl of bitter wine
Do not cry, you will not be left alone ...