Текст песни Слодан - Ветер северный

Oh yes, the north wind and into the crown
And I want to tell you everything
Look, we are of the same tribe
Truth in me longing

Yes, black clouds chase me
And tight flails on your wrists
And I'll tell you, without bending my soul,
Yes, old devil, it's me again.

On virgin waters, on pure grasses
Carry all the arrogance, but by prayers
Judge the side from lantern to pole
Do not miscalculate where they lie.

The shank is secret and inconspicuous.
Look at the north wind, don't miss
Along it as soon as the old snow melts
People of the earth are passing

Oh yes, the north wind, move me to the head
And how I want to repent to you
Look, we are of the same nerve
The truth is longing in me.