Текст песни Смута - Край

Endless forests, between the surface of the lake,
Greatness of mountains topped by edge.
In the embrace of the rivers and the gray clouds,
Where whispering wind carries centuries.
only the wind in the old chapel walks,
It Bereginya image left.
Fear superstitious trodden trail,
With downcast eyes is on the hillock.
Windows gape empty eye sockets,
Impassive despite the human tribe.
Icons soulless faces blackened
Unseeing eyes watching you.

My gaze intoxicated by your beauty,
Sacred Nature wounded region.
he lost from the top of the mountain,
In the vast expanses of your get lost.
On a winding trail to the foot of the mountain
The strong arms of her adopted forest.
On the stone, moss-grown, conduct
Hand feel calm years.
Dear forest to the river bed,
raging stream of water running.
Splash water on your face to feel
And for eternity the north to make a small step.