Текст песни Иллет - На зеленом холме

On a green hill in anticipation of spring
After a long winter on the eve of the dawn.
Near the gray stones from the cold wave,
In amber moon - who asks response:
Who knows the name of going after?
Who knows the name of the carrier summer?
Eternal wind in our old hobbling,
Eternal stone ruined walls,
Lightning scorched heather on the hill
And silver tie moon on the eternal wave.

Who sifted sand, look for the words,
Those seeds that became the beginning of creation?
Whose curse incessantly whispering leaves,
Whose face emerges in the night Reflection?
Who will show me the path that hitherto unknown?
Who knows the name of going after?
Eternal wind in our old hobbling,
Eternal stone ruined walls,
Lightning scorched heather on the hill
And silver tie moon on the eternal wave.

Get lost on the roads of the bard of the Earth.
I am the giver of names and nizatel moments.
I'm on the trail of the heather, I sagebrush steppe,
I am a silver wind of your dreams.
But who will show me the way through the sunset to the dawn?
Who knows the name of going after?
Eternal wind in our old hobbling,
Eternal stone ruined walls,
Lightning scorched heather on the hill
And silver tie moon on the eternal wave.