Текст песни Каэр Морхен - Жизнь на острие меча

The sun in the frame of towers,
The first ray of finds in the field.
Who is free, he knows without words
Price will.
The first cup to the gods,
And a shirt suddenly becomes too narrow ...
Gods entrusted - the world we
Spring.

Chorus
Life on the edge of the sword -
Have we been waiting for?
But his home and his hearth
We defended from the enemy.
How many of us
Amid the centuries and generations ...
We were not able to make
Kneel down.

East black cloud came,
Stormy River overflowed,
Our sun as a torch sprout
Crumpled, blew out.
But from the ashes born light
And scattered the eastern darkness -
West was, we do not rest
Why is that?

Chorus

If necessary - so be it!
We meet with the sword to the sword,
We became even the most powerful enemy
On the shoulder.
We drank the first of those who died,
At the instruction of daring the gods,
And create conditions birches and lindens
Himself temple.

Chorus

We have forgotten legends and fairy tales
In concrete anthills choir
And do not remember now without a clue -
Who are we ...