Текст песни Канцлер Ги - Песня о мертвой долине

On the way to the sunset
There Valley alone,
Where the dead sleep,
And sick moon
There are dancing funny
Dance, like a wild delirium,
Those who died long ago,
Causing the light

So come the same to us,
In the footsteps of a stranger,
Drink - Kohl living does not drink!
On the threshold of sleep
Tale is only one:
What living moon - the sun is dead ...

And - almost from the ambush -
Towards the moon
Raises riders
The dull armor;
Their broken arms,
Not seen wreaths,
And slide moonbeam
Above the crowd of the dead.

So come to us as
In the footsteps of a stranger,
If the reasons are not to live there!
On the threshold of sleep
The song is just one:
What is a living sorrow - joy the dead ...

And pierces the moon
Dead knights look;
Silent Death string
They hear - and sleep.
Dead branches bend
And groaning water
Only they do not wake up,
Alas, ever.

So come to us as
In the footsteps of a stranger,
Germinate in the way to infinity!
On the threshold of sleep
The truth is only one:
What is a living hoax - something dead eternity!