Текст песни На Распутье - Семь Ветров Над Крадою

Hops bitter song calls
Do not rush to banish the nerves thin thread
Do not tie .........

Night and dubbed the place
wind howling wolf cry bottomless sadness
Way home .........

Death will not only reward
Circle of Blood only seven winds over stealing
Fly ...............

The death cry of the soul tormented
sunset white bird on a par with clouds
In Irij -Garden ..........
In Irij -Garden ..........