Текст песни Музыка средних веков - Скрипка и ветер

I remember how the whispering wind and violin,
Cold sea and sky gray clouds ,
And he said , everything in the world is fragile and shaky ,
And what will you , if you will not in someone's hands ?

I am like a bird that is looking for ways over the waves,
And not finding continues circling aimlessly ,
But if you can , stay with me forever ,
Breathe in this dead heart of the art of living .

And eternity ended in a white radiance of sunrise ,
& quot; Spring we will cradle & quot ;, - he said to her ,
The first time since they gained freedom ,
Meaningful day in the maze unlived days.

That is all of this conversation , I can tell you ,
That was then , know the mountains, the sea and the forest.
We have nowhere to go - the whole world was given to us in his arms ,
And in the ancient pattern we weave their voices .