Текст песни Пилигрим - 7.62 - НА СЕВЕР www.piligrim-rock.ru

The sun is rarity in those edges
Where wrecking gray ice
Where from the snow shower
Icy heart
Feeds dead gardens.

With every step closer hour,
Behind which the white light.
Warm blood waiting
Ice fingers.
Here for all one answer

Sky - White River
Mid not knowing the shores.
How to enter it
How to catch the current
Pick up from the snow?

Chorus:
North, looking for traces.
To the north. River wind breasts.
Dai north! Almost reached
But the north pushed me forever.

Save, but do not save
Always blessing.
We share the body
White grace
And forgive not anything.