Текст песни Крада - Стезею Вещего

The rustle of the step, the weeds of the forests
I sang the song.
I drank my blood
The origins of the living and dead trees.
Throwing handfuls of thoughts
But the soil is bad to rot a lot.
Heart in fire lacerated wounds,
Shine silver thread!

Hear me Mother Earth!
Burn the black thief!
By charms, your sorrow!
To my brow, anger with fires!

Lost line by line again
Ravens to the heights reappear.
Yes clods of earth on my hand,
Waste the sticky blood again.

On the trail of shadows, roundabout paths
Fooled a thousand times.
Where are the benefits of dirt, false hands.
There is not and will not be truth there.
Where is the thread of creation of the source,
Ink the old man's insanity!

Henceforth count my steps
Veles divas.
A rebellious heart with a red-hot arrow.
Hiding your faith before the deadline,
Under the crow's wing.