Текст песни Кантемир - 12 - Призрачный ветер

Someone knocks on my door
Late in December, the dark
Tale read and believe
I sit by the fire and I do not care
He's in the hood with a scythe
And he has no face
In a long coat and barefoot
And knocking at the door in the porch of the native

Again the road merged
Ghost wind drove them
Who has ascended to heaven
It is a deadly sweet finale
And he came to his name
Not exactly on time
I did not find love
I do not write about it any more lines

Chorus: On the roads fools of native
               I sought the road that promised hell
               On the way of fools, that all the poison with death
               I'll take all the punishment and accept the award

Ghost wind noise
He wants to take my soul
He will not forgive sins
But in the ranks of heaven I was not needed
Sooner if I die
I have not enjoyed
I do not know how to play
I was not the first who disappeared

Chorus: On the roads fools of native
               I sought the road that promised hell
               On the way of fools, that all the poison with death
               I'll take all the punishment and accept the award

Again twelve hours
He carries us in December
Ghost dew wind
It is without a face, but he knows the whole truth
Tomorrow the snow falls
And it will remain forever
Summer there will be no
It lies on the ground silently, nonchalantly

Cantemir (8 November 2010).