Текст песни Пилигрим - Ветер в небо 2010

Our land cursed gods,
In the black sky rusty dreams.
Instead of temples, they put a rude
We forgot whose we are sons.

In native land die
Our souls froze in sin.
For what we live, do not know
Her flock of shepherd.

Chorus:

The wind into the sky, the soul of the smash.
Wind into the sky, hand tool.
Wind in the sky, you are already different.
Wind into the sky, you are already someone else's.

In yellow rivers Fur and Piva,
Our souls are burning from pain.
The ancient Glory has expired
"Hey, Ring, beat time in Nabat!"