Текст песни Лучиэнь - Последний трувер

The silence is broken by the clang of spurs
Echo - in silence - hoofs clatter.
Not water, not wine Count de Montfort
Drunk the rebellious South.
Silent Toulouse, Albi, Carcassonne,
Garonne changed color to red.
Only a gray sky - from all sides
And there is nothing else.

“My brother, this pain will not heal.”
Ashes I lay in your hand.
See the reflection in the river
Your wings?
Maybe at least someone will understand
Why were we
About eight hundred years later ...

At the junction of two truths there is always fire.
Of the two, one is always more right.
But will remember the lands of the south moan
Until the day of God's judgment, Count.
Who can stand this tight winter
A vow of indifference of the heavenly spheres?
Cry for our brothers, go down to earth
Christ, the last Truver!

“My brother, this pain will not heal.”
Ashes I lay in your hand.
See the reflection in the river
Your wings?
Maybe at least someone will understand
Eight hundred years later
Why were we ...