Текст песни Громовник - Ворожея

Spare petal, gray smoke
I melt over the longing, over the prickly tits,
Fabulous caught, he will scratch dusk
From a silent coal flared up red.

The rustling of northern forests is my name to click
Yes, on the pierced wings of my songs are looking for,
My song is a quiet moan, dream of you,
Malnifies Warrant dream, old loyal.

I buried the ring on the wolf path,
Wrap to me face, Red Nights,
To the hair of your boost to the Size smoke caviar,
On your chest, the talisman is rare.