Текст песни ТОРСИОННЫЕ ВИХРИ - Дорогами Севера

Roads of the North

(words and music by Alexander Frolov)

Ears of shadow shadows
On trampled fields
Smoldering souls.
Lurking tomorrow
In the chants of the wind
In the roar of the river.

Time - harness pulls together life.
Time - a whip cuts through evil thoughts.
Screams sealed pits.
Pilgrims of Truth
Turn yellow in the basement.

The eyes of the sleeping cripples are stiff,
In the silence of the stars who heard the thunder.
Evil prayers
Boil, evaporating -
The rooms are damp.

Prophetic dreams are no longer dreams
The bridges between the worlds burned to the ground.
Tore the seal -
The sky cracked.
Bloody showers
Fed the soil

In the black mud pompous words
It gets stuck, the rusty truth slips.
Sharks gobbled up
Your own feather.
The necks are languishing
On a strong loop.

Do you hear the cry of silver strings
Northern latitudes in dormant pines?
Let's call
To the beginning of cold and snow,
To the shore of the sky.