Текст песни Лихолетье - Ханрахан

Highlander-old man shuffled his cards:
Cloudy evening, the eve of the ceremony.
& quot; Red Hanrahan, as if in a dream you! & quot;
& quot; I propose to cute & quot ;, - he said leaving.

As the name from the one whose words are cold,
Whose lips are hot and curls Linen?

Freshness hops rushed to the head,
Warm moon ocher color.
On the sleepy streets, forgetting about the cold,
He saw time in the windows of weld.

Whose heart is pounding hooves shot?
Whose fury furious steel rings?

By midnight thunder horn sounded,
The Song of the Bard dead in storm sounded,
The clouds in the sky like a hound gripped -
Wild Hunt is time to come!

Who will be the prey for rain and wind?
Who will have to seek an answer of Death?

Country drёmoy Hanrahan enveloped,
LEDs wanderer on the most (?)
Dark charms the mind entangled.
The one that is forgotten, do not bring back ...