Текст песни Песнь о Довакине - Ария Септимия Сегония

Unknown, incomprehensible
Encrypted, closed ...
Someone hid something somewhere -
Maybe the Ancient Scroll.
You get a potion from the grass
You will get an ingot from ore.
If you want to reap, get ready to sow.
What will you give for the Ancient Scroll?

These doors were made by the Dwemer.
Having made the door, the Dwemer died.
I will open these doors -
Behind the door again the door ...
Here is the task for the hero:
So that the master key does not break,
She needs to be greased with blood -
Wow, what a little!

Neither to Dibella, nor to Arkay,
Neither in Azura, nor in Mistaru -
Dwemer did not believe in anything!
Dwemer believed in the power of steam.
He believed in locked doors
He believed in stone walls.
The Ancient Scroll hid the Dwemer ...
Pay its price!

These doors were made by the Dwemer.
Having made the door, the Dwemer died.
I will open these doors -
Behind the door again the door.
Here is the task for the hero:
So that the master key does not break,
She needs to be greased with blood -
Wow, what a little!
Two betrayals for Boeta,
Three funs for the Sanguine ...
We are like with Dovakin -
We walk along the corpses to the light.
That's wonderful, that's nice!
May everything end in peace
Let it end with a feast
Let it all end with cheese!