Текст песни Молодой Волкодав - Жайворонок

There a candle burned
There the string was buzzing
The Lark sang to us, do not be silent,
Tell us where you were
In the seventh heaven
Where there is no fiction, where there is paradise.

In Paradise Lost
There is a white tower.
Doors are not closed in it, light is in the windows.
Come in weird
Into the gardens desired
Where the white apple tree is the eternal color.

Take a break
From a hard affair
And human grief, and then,
Lark of Things
Release with news
To the city, who is dreaming forever under the ice.