Текст песни Мельница - Похоронная

Cem deaths took place,
seven roads found
Seven fires lit,
seven times in the land lay ...
Do not save me
your fire
Ring your strength.
Veils snow
for the weary eyelids,
for my soul ...
You better hurry -
white wash,
Freeze a
that was before you.

Do not look followed suit,
do not look back.
Ice distance
that was a pity,
razotret in the sand,
vysypet at his feet,
hide from everyone quiet.
And nowhere
long in the darkness
accompany and wait
who will come to look for.
Better Return -
where the shining heights,
repels off famously.

Flashes of lightning,
yelping foxes -
in the moon that night,
where bitter sorrow
on your lips,
but in the eyes dry
freezes the sky with stars.
bury me
in the heart of the fire,
let the ashes
find ways
of the saddest places
from the fact that there is,
back again in fiction ...