Текст песни Вежа Хмар - Ворон

Crow-brother, crow-son,
Stand on the wings - soar to the clouds!
Where there is heaven, you will see your daughter.
A dead child, crying without a mother.
Crow black, brother, friend,
Give her, like a toy, my soul!
The wind is screaming! The wind is calling!
Crow-warrior, to the pain! Before the fight!
Hang on! Tear up!
Let yourself play a series of glasses,
Until the night unites us again.
Black-eyed crow-bird,
Fall from the mountain with a stone - give me peace.
Crow-brother, crow-son,
Stand on the wings - give me strength!