Текст песни Тикки Шельен - Гаммельнский Крысолов встречает Новый Иерусалим

Forty fortific years I go on the ground,
Forty deadlines have already expired.
Those who lived - dead and in the power of grass,
What happened - there is a booster.
Petroy cloth wrapped in my shoulders
Gold selected outfit.
Past hails, weighing and seed
I am coming, cheerful.

Rats of the North-West! Spoke to the flute of my.

The sun rose and the village, the foliage was shielded
And rose again in three days.
I'm not flesh and not sigh. Probably God
I forgot, who novel me.
Somewhere holiday. I hear, beat the bell,
Now I will go there.
Wedding Funeral Wedding
Learn Raven Roron.

Children of the North-West! Spoke to the flute of my.

I'm knocking at the gate, but the funny people
Do not hurry to open the fermented.
The city of the song is ringing, the sun enters Zenit,
Sweat and tears flow to face.
I want, I want, I want to enter
I want to get to the holiday ...
Probably drooped me.
The city is sinking in fire-fire.

Hey, who from the North-West! Receive, open me!