Текст песни Канцлер Ги - Folker's Song

The wind is scattered in herbs,
My friend, what don't you like?
Know shed you in the heart of trouble poison
If the violin is silent.

Blood with wine is mixed in veins,
Blowing the wind towards the Rhine
I was like me stupid, blind yes faithful
The taste of wormwood is grieved.

My wind, the wind that you will hear
In the whisper of the Dick Gunnsky steppes?
Who will answer me and the birds yes mouse
Lunar glare da fend horses.

Birds through the sunset shouted:
My friend, what did you hear at night?
Wind Predictions Single
Verge Violin Your.

Whistled rims in wheels,
Blowing wind towards the sun
Which of us home will not return now
Did not say Sukhov.

My wind, wind, what do you know
Split songs hearing in dust?
Who will answer me if you grow
In the sneezing, in blue Dali?

The steppe in the grass buried moments,
My friend, what did you hear in the morning?
What kind of glory news reported to someone
Ringing dead string?

I found out the answer at dawn:
The wind blows towards death,
We drove the devils to her
Children of the full moon.

The wind is my wind ...