Текст песни Falskur Fugl - Стужа

A cuffed prisoner in the winter woods ,
sleeping jungle anguish of December.
Nature was silent and dead,
frozen , buried in the eternal snows .

Our hearts zastuzheny damned world.
The term of serving , wander into forgotten lands.
There is no hope, no faith, no glimmer of light .
Trying to keep warm in each other , we were overtaken by winter.

Trails covered with snow , ice-covered .
According to him , not waking up tired bredёm .
Traces sweep up , and would be a dream
life , which believed that live .

We killed
in an attempt to escape.
Cold destroyed
a life.

Nothing left,
except lament
dead
living .