Текст песни АрктидА - Помни - 2015 - Позвизд

Between heaven and earth
wild rushes pack winds
and for this flock of wild
rushing winds gray driver,
rushing winds gray driver:
"Who dares to argue with me?
Equal I do not know
with my great power.
The strength and power,
day or night.
Those who waited for heat and light, in fear flee away.
Chorus:
Livni, the storm winds.
then go to fight my troops.
My victory is so close.
I live one of Battles,
to trample in the dust of the heavens rest.
Storm, storm, downpour
I was back on the ground nispuschus,
I tear lightning from heaven,
I scatter thousands of sparks.
I'm the bad weather, I Pozvizd.
I am a savage and merciless
in the battle for its possession.
Where the rights of the darkness and the wind,
dying sun bright light,
darker nights there dawn.
Daylight does not cope with me,
not will introduce me into confusion,
his eyes so clear and bright.
Do you hear me,
my death?
The death of my long runs, I will rise again soon. "
Chorus.
He raised a storm and it was not forgotten, throwing to the winds of heaven.
Lightning split the sky, and the storm will start singing in honor of the defeat of the world.