Текст песни Nebamboo - Воля северОв

I see the air of white night
Horizons of the north
This is the ghost of all the shackles
That over the precipice is busy.
 
verses by Tatyana Osintseva

I hear the times and gave
Nameday Sails.
I hear the blue forests
The swamp has sorrows.

Chorus:
All the wake-up, all the separation
He knows the time-pilgrim.
From the lowlands to the peaks
Give me your hand, give me your hand.

White scoop like a fan
For a hug looking for a mouse,
Give me a cloud and be quiet
Weightless spring wind.
Just the air of white blue
Knows the will of the north.
Knows the will of the north
The spirit of burning pride.

I see the air of white night
Ship forests,
Crescent Sails
And the window in the house is a stepfather.
And the radiance of the white night
Drive away a long captivity
The wind blows for change
Snowfall dots.