Текст песни Арамис - Старший Брат

The ringing is heard and where he is
For what and why
We sometimes talk about someone else's.
With someone's light hand
Skilled Molva,
And dwarfs beat words

In pure water
There is a cunning torment
Only standing slightly shake.
And it will not soon
Reappears on the bottom,
Only those who raised, anyway.

I told me my older brother
What people are angry losing and empty call
Sit down with me near and
You do not need to be sad, I'm like before, glad.