Текст песни муз. Александр Поздин - Меч за плечом

Crimson sunset ignites fires,
The wind sings in the crowns of dense,
Field and forest people and stuff -
                        World half.
The flesh on his hind legs, steel wall.
The smell of the fight, splashes of wine.
World dissected bright beam
                        The sword over his shoulder.

Knocking heels, sounds of ballads.
"Hello innkeeper, why are not you glad?"
"Yes mob dashing devil brought it." -
                        The whisper under her breath.
Do not bypass, if there are.
Horror and steel - the devil they do not brother.
"Man, your coffin now how much?"
                        Life for the shoulder.

Autumn and the rain beating at the window.
It is late. Already it anyway:
Young life erased crossbow -
                        You do not have time.
Blood Oath of glass with the blade.
Revenge of the heavy, deep pain
Faith and Light of here at anything -
                        Death shoulder.

Again trail drinks sky.
So it's not your turn fell,
So you can still go
                        With the sun in the chest.
You are not alone in this way:
One can see Destiny together carry.
Do not call more than the sword -
                        Brother over his shoulder.