Текст песни Песни Придуманных Миров - Роза на древке

Become tired old bird,
Yes expandable wings for the last time.
And vzlechu contrary to tradition,
That, say, a gray sky will not let us.

Treated on native pastures,
Yes, remember the sunset date,
What's burning towers over other people,
These towers are dead - it's all over.

Rose on the staff so battle-ax,
Sheath empty rasplelasya chainmail.
Dvina River to the west along the northern mountains.
It is unlikely that we will meet them other.

New sword of forge plowshares
Anyone who after all rise.
Do not be humble wild,
Return and sechu rush.

Who lived to be gray hair,
The world is waiting, turning dove.
Only here do not have a voice
In the cold water lilies in the hole.

Rose on the staff so battle-ax,
Sheath empty rasplelasya chainmail.
Dvina River to the west along the northern mountains.
It is unlikely that we will meet them other.

For centuries, the trail runs,
No fork or no rotation.
Someone will survive who - will remain,
Who will return, and who - will continue to monitor.

Then go to the East, from the West
Towers burn or trample arable land.
And dotted trail armor
Human bones embroidered.

Rose on the staff so battle-ax,
Sheath empty rasplelasya chainmail.
Dvina River to the west along the northern mountains.
It is unlikely that we will meet them other.