Текст песни Игорь Брыков, Дмитрий Канатов - Шотландия

Homeless dog was alerted in silence,
Scotland is a country of beautiful dreams.
Sad rustling foliage in the embroidery,
What will become a blanket of fresh hills.

Iron in the body, freedom on the lips,
Alien blood baked on faces.
Crowded bowl Topit in anger fear
And the son with two hands squeezes the sword of his father.

Pr-in: Scotland, your sons sing,
Under the sounds of boils and flutes.
Scotland, your sons go
Take freedom and death.

Freedom is a stone cramped from the field,
Freedom is a plow, not disturbing bones,
Freedom is love and will,
This is the right not to have other people's children.

Edward long-legged without voice and strength,
Heard a voice speaking from to torture,
Dying, in captivity a little none,
Died free in the centuries William Walts.