Текст песни Пелагея - Полночный всадник

Khmara and haze,
Priesthood moon.
In the bottom of the hill
Trail in the night is long.
There warrior midnight looking for us without sleep,
The role of his country's ...

Ray of the star,
Frozen ponds.
He was dashing - "you",
Washing lines,
Good and evil, sin and willing to know the works,
The rider of darkness ...

You know, you can get back to the hill,
Where the stone and listen
As midnight warrior one
Summons the soul,
This rider is dark and harsh ...

To the hill where the stone ... ... and listen ...

Letter to the left hand clamped,
Later he told me away
Grave news bears his,
And in it, thrice cursed letter
Someone appointed death,
But who will take the rider's soul ...

Moans this vague soul
The universe, the universe ...
She herself does not know any Christmas,
Nor corruption nor corruption ...
Does not know vaguely sad that soul ...

Ray of the star,
Ghastly gardens,
In the bottom of the hill
Cries the moon
There rider tired wanders us awake
Its terrible night ...

There rider tired wanders us awake ...
Its terrible night ...