Текст песни Рада и Терновник - Сокол

Gold coin in puddle
The sun has fallen
So goes to visit summer
Young month will become old

Golden Star will be
Awarded the king underground
So go to visit people
To the white death queen

Build the eyes of an evil word
Caustic the sky
So grind mighty
Losing a path to the house

Either the sky or whether the field
Either grief then
So follow as by sea
Will fly home anxiety

And melted on the glasses
Scarlet color expectation
Light sunset on a farewell
Return a clear falcon