Текст песни Мельница - Позабытые стынут колодцы

Get cool forgotten wells
Faded heather neighborhood for miles,
And I look like rolling the sun
The cold hill of heaven,
Losing the remnants of heat.

Color of Night granite slopes
Sanguine dry land
And amber eyes of the dragon
Reflects a piece of crystal -
I am the keeper of the treasure.

Curse gold accursed thing,
For a treacherous gleam heat
Think of one that once,
What once was a cruise -
She died long ago.

And far away, beyond the seas, far away,
Where people do not see, and the gods do not believe.
There's the last of my tribe easily
Spread your wings - iron feathers,
And scales painted pattern
Disperse storm epitome of passion,
Soaring into the clouds in defiance of fate,
Immensely dangerous, insanely beautiful.
And it better not light witchcraft
Exults sun on the blade ridge
And that's all, and there is nothing more -
There is only the sky, the eternal sky.

A feast in the shadow of heroes
Royal oak chambers
Praise for the intoxicating cup,
That will produce a mysterious treasure,
And not later than Christmas