Текст песни Люкарна - Над Холмами

Over the hills sometimes
Veusive raven circled:
There is some kind of king
She put his head.
There is some monk
Wlipe on the sky Bosoya,
There I am drunk without wine,
There I dreamed of sleep ...

And in a dream, and in a dream
You came to me
You are the most beautiful
And in your sickle hand
You are good and gentle,
All over the world princess
You have 3 faces
And there is no heart.

Over the hills of the moon
Rose highly.
Good was us
See dreams about such
Only the dead king
In the headboard stood
Only cried monk
And shouted: you are mine!

Well, in a dream, well, in a dream
You `re coming to me,
Blame me in the snow
Perch me in the snow
You are good and gentle,
All over the world princess
You have 3 faces
And there is no heart.

Over the hills of Swirls
He sings before dawn.
Under the hills now
Kingdom my
Phantom Castle,
My joyless skete.
Now someone else
On my hills sleep.

And in a dream, and in a dream
You go ... oh, no!
You are the most beautiful
How the madness of your laughter!
Who was the mud of the earth
Will be a prince for a moment.
Refer
One two Three!