Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Кони богов

In the sky, beating horses of the gods,
Horses fighting for my soul.
Had expired unnecessary shackles
Who now will destroy their word?

If you will win a sad Virgin Moon
Silver grasses overcome golden sun.
I'll walk barefoot on the verge of ringing strings
And cold-blooded young priestess dew will turn.

Horseshoe ring
The first snow,
To the northern gate
Without the right to escape.
Dark flame in his hand -
I'm sorry!

If there is more honey noon father,
If moonlight melt under warm hand,
I will land voiced words and open hearts,
Giving a long-awaited peace immortal home.

Towards the run
Do not stumble,
In the hands hold
Yes, plenty to drink.
In the bowl of living water -
Forever And Ever!

Light crushed a thousand words,
Showered star dust
In the sky, beating horses of the gods,
Breaking my impotence,
In the death dance of the heavenly lights ...
To be stronger?