Текст песни Альгис - Ветра

On the night road lunar
Tired by her versts,
I, under the rustles of June,
Talking started with winds.

I shouted with steppe projudices,
In the noodles by entering, as in Out:
"Did you get from?
What is your homeland remember you? "

And the wind answered me
Rain herbs Alarming:
"In those edges where there are no peasants
We are horses of our stricture.

There, in the gray-haired cosmatic seals
Our nests quietly dormant -
In the boundure limits
Skolding these lands.

There are nightlocks
With Leshakov, they come with bears,
There lives in lake waters
Fish-king with the eyes of a witch,

There, the staitrans fell into the forest,
Month there is grazing in the field,
There forever reflected
Those who have chosen the will in wives. "

Eyes all night sounds
And the winds were silent,
And I lay, spreading my hands,
In the midst of the steppe sad.