Текст песни На Север - Лёд Пускает Корни

Taking root gray ice
Fire dancing on the ruins ,
Wind swept into the cooled grotto
From the sun , red pieces ...

Patterns , stuck together by ice ,
At daybreak take on the fate ...
No word from the world of votes
Blizzard blind soundless feet.

One way for centuries -
Blizzard holds through the grave,
And satellites - the quiet voice of ice ,
Burns with the days in the snow core.

Taking root gray ice
Frozen water, not to drink ,
Winds are cooled in a grotto ,
Winds from the dust molded face ...