Текст песни Пилигрим - Крест И Меч

The endless valleys of flowers,
Under stones froze century.
There once were cut shelves,
Now the grass is high.

Time wears away the cold granite.
And let the crows circling in the sky,
But freedom in the heart boils.
Brother, do you know what the force, brother.

Chorus:
Cross and the sword,
Power cherished.
Cross and the sword,
Yes, a handful of his native land.
Cross and the sword,
Power cherished.
Cross and the sword,
Yes, a handful of his native land

Wind arbitrary wave her wing,
Polosnet silver feather.
Each stone is painfully familiar,
Forgive me mother - land of cheese.

And the characters come to life legends
Split fold mountain.
Ancient ash flew after them,
And the wind gray lock.