Текст песни Смута - Заговор-Обряд

Plot-Rite force words from the lips of rallies,
Invested in it, the world around him hears.
Spirits brownies il "giving" water masters
Word tame, not anger helps.
Ran severe pain, sickness of the spirit away to reject,
Beast bypass cattle grazing forest,
A couple married forever seal inseparable,
Hide from enemies, defeat them in the battle lyutom.

The plot, in the words of the power invested - primordial prophetic,
From father to son has to go word for word through the year.
To be stuck without a trace after all the last forever,
The tipping century at the crossroads of years remote areas have survived!

On the way, years, waving dust events
A handful of coins from hand to hand to pour words.
From father to son in a continuous cycle fate of
Prophetic words of endless twisted thread.
The turmoil dashing years, the pain of war and came to power
Lost track exploded kind ties
Bit by bit to gather again that it is not forgotten
In deaf corners of half-forgotten villages.