Текст песни Рэйнхардт - Киммерия

Kimmeriya

Half an hour before dawn, flashes the light of tired stars,
The sultry wind of the summer awakened me from the dream.
And I see the city that sleeping loves the night,
I again hear the voice, the one that I do not overcome.
Half an hour before noon, the thunderstorm comes.
I am picked up for the Kimmerian steppes forever.
Here in the Kurgans of the Ancients, our ashes
In the long dance of the dead let go of my fear.
On this earth, do not break out of the circle of deaths.
Here bitter is wormwood among predestal fields.
I see how the sun burns them by the sea of ​​fire.
On this earth, I wander to the last day.
Half an hour before sunset, and I hear the call of steppes,
They bring spirits songs, those that are no ancient.
Bones of the dead moaning and name from under the ground
My flesh return inside the exposed steppe.
Under this earth, I could not find my peace
All the severity of sins remains with me forever.
Halfweight bitterness presses all strongest and stronger
On this earth, do not break out of the circle of deaths.