Текст песни Календарь - Северный путь

Flashes of fiery sun marched through the broken slopes
Over passes to the call silence the winds sing.
Moon sickle beheaded night and deadly languor
Welcomes the new birth path.

Old and new, the path is born, if the song of the meeting,
Sveily and outspoken, untouched by dust decayed years.
The wind and the salt, and washed by dawn, and less and less
The memory of the old worn-out tracks.

Chorus.
There, for the night cold, the sky osypletsya
All that was and was not storage years.
There's the old way, turned into ashes,
Swan takes the road to dawn.

Rune path trace in the sand under a tidal wave
Who will help you have a way to open yourself.
Whether to go on the road again, the spirit of Alcala rest
The door flung open in the outskirts of darkness.

Will the spark in his hands to catch the coveted flame
He can sing a tune, not poisoned nostalgia about the past.
Can you find us, O Mother, those who we will become,
You recall whether in the guise of another.

Chorus.