Текст песни Княжая Пустынь - Вереницы следов позабытых

Boarded up wise soul,
The wind slams the door lazily,
Rickety hut thin,
Dropping the window shutters on the chest.
Pours resin while slowly,
Groaning gate hinges sad,
Forgotten in the fate of the mountain
Exposing the silent sadness.

Pain izela rains tracks
Blizzard swept soul gone -
Those who perished in the womb of war
And waned with the fallen star sky.
Echo drink echoes woes
The ashes of the saint has now decayed,
Disturbing dreams only occasionally,
Kolyshev memory gray landmark.

Blizzard voice spilled as a reproach
Thin West in lute frost
Dried up the life of a timid spring
Grave sorrow cold separations.
Waiting for the owners abandoned the yard,
Rain dropping to the ground like tears,
Remembering the last days
And the warmth of human hands ...