Текст песни Лесная Викторина - Мелодия Третья

Sleepy river, dead stones
Hidden mist, keeping secrets
New gods are sleeping on a palm
New blood empty land

Again veil hidden hope
Northern Tears she cries
My new world ...
What peacefully
Waiting for a dope long sleep?

Crimson Sunset I am looking in the eyes of an invisible horizon
Word to the blind folk hopefully carry on palm
Standing before the idol dear, I fall back on the knee
Word of the living to carry him into the depths of the sky I

Imperishable word, the Word of the living
Again, the secret of keeping the river
Voice call despair
Native gods hear me

later the bird
By the Tree of Hope
The ancient voice of the words of the gods
Ancient Word - the power of a
Skynet from Earth's gravity alien shackles

Vstrepenetsya - yes Russia
In the gray of the Tree
She will sing in the voice of the past polynya
I bear the word Glace in the trail to the folk I
The things you will hear the song it

Yes you Glagol tale prophetic Word
The ancestor of the old us, but bequeathed
Word of the wise, friend Stribog
Thee century stand we are promised

Under the Forest lyrics
Trees word invisibly
That the word of the gods
So we stored

The word is not perishable, the living Word
Again the river, keeping a secret
Native gods in our hands
Word resurrected from the fire