Текст песни Эпидемия - Белый сокол

The black magician, mad genius
Death decided to create an elixir.
In a gloomy castle ghosts
Who will be able to stop him?
Night reigns over the land,
Where there is a hero?

Black hand gesture skillful
Deftly weave motif of death,
But the White Falcon White Lightning
The clouds disperse, returning life!

Warrior of Light, son of the universe,
Called Balance store,
To generations of thread
Evil is not trying to re-cut.
Gloom hung over the land.
Where there is a hero?

Black hand gesture skillful
Deftly weave motif of death,
But the White Falcon White Lightning
The clouds disperse, returning life!

One who rose again,
He looks down from heaven,
A look full of the universal longing.
Rivers flow, elves are singing,
Only they are far!

Night reigns over the land,
Where there is a hero?

Black hand gesture skillful
Deftly weave motif of death,
But the White Falcon White Lightning
The clouds disperse, returning life!

But the White Falcon White Lightning
The clouds disperse, returning life!