Текст песни Птица Дар - Да хранит меня Луна

Bless me The moon
Pure silver.

Autumn sky, Rowan rod,
A heart sorrows not wait.
And no matter where I was, that in the expanses that here,
I'm someone more calls.
A favorite search gods and lords.
Moon had risen in the east ...
I train myself, I am my own raft.
The fate of the adventure is complete.

Bless me The moon
Pure silver.

On the dusty trails in the inflorescence of grasses,
The forest went to his head.
A hundred times wrong, and a thousand rights
It Was.
It was with the world, knocking the war.
name written on each patch,
Someone tore out a piece of life.
As long as our world alive, there is unlikely to cool down
In warrior sheathed blade.

Bless me The moon
Pure silver.