Текст песни ИЛБАН - 01 - Листья травы

I sang my wounds seriously
dreams are not cried out by you
set in gold vines
in autumn are clear
and the heart again on the demolition
pregnant with rumor rumors
not i choose myself
and grass leaves

I draw a blanket of runes Dan
tongue grassland sings
in the middle of the heart of the meadow
snow covered tibet
to go in love not loving
become a man of the trail
not i choose myself
and grass leaves