Текст песни Александр Батраков - Белый мох

Seven kings of snow touched the sky,
White hand obscuring the sun.
White moss rose, where the night
Dome stars bestow,
Where papyrus white clouds
New Dawn violence.

Who saw you this way,
Stone idol in the sky forty.
White moss rose, where the night
Strands of roads bestow.
He would lead the morning away
Those who leave their camp.

Take a look to the north, I will call the wind,
I stand on the stone, wave your hands.
Stalks of grass in this time
The trails will keep shining,
White moss give me your color,
Will a simple clothing.

White Moss will sing all night,
Shadow eyelashes bestow.
White Moss to cap strapped,
Who is entitled to joy in the heart.