Текст песни Андрей Никитенко - Герой

Sharp the wind in the heart moans pain
Screaming from the mouth of a mute singer
The sword flows in the hand, still alive
But destined to die here

Your faithful shield led this time
And the sword is broken with a clear darkness
You fought bravely, but he did not save himself
So gloom death with honor, about the hero

Immortal horn breeded in half
Death sparkles on the arrow's tip
And the light of heaven already blind eyes
And leaves the spirit of the earth

Gray Wave Heavenly River
Omoet spirit from pain for former days
And you, having flown from the world for centuries
You will enter the abode of the ancient kings