Текст песни Марко Поло - Пилигрим

Wait, wait,
Rush is not necessary.
This hour of the night for me consolation.
Ashamed heat rolled his eyes,
And living water pours from the heavens cool.

Pilgrim lives in hope and faith,
What will find the door to another life,
Just a pity, and with him a cruel time.
Whether it is good, the traveler does not hurry.

The caravan walks slowly,
Blurring the edges, where the true story where the dream.
Ships of the desert so patient,
As if aware of the price of the sand of time.

Pilgrim lives in hope and faith,
What will find the door to another life,
Just a pity, and with him a cruel time.
Whether it is good, the traveler does not hurry up ...