Текст песни Erde - Der Wind

Vladimir Karatkevich

That is not the wind roars - growing
I break the firewood on the oaks,
That giant oaks sweep,
In order to contsa raschystsits way.
I petals sound alarming,
It passed singing oblivion.
New Tales, fairy tales formidable,
Unprecedented tale life.

The wind grows stronger!

What nenavists in the heart,
Blood, intrigues, Men - The Gods
Before the simple truth of death
Before the eternal chill graves.
I revolt, uprising endless
I tortured blood on arable land,
I, finally, happiness i the sun,
What we are left on our fields

The wind grows stronger!

You, the mother forgot the soul,
Without her wish to live,
What do you guard without this grave,
Without a snowball in their native borders?
Without oaks that thrilled in the fog,
Without dew on native grass?
Pavyartaytsesya! The wind grows stronger!
Mother calls again through the centuries!

The wind grows stronger!