Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Бескoнечный спop с судьбoй

Infinite dispute with fate -
Who is predicted, and who is not.
Infinite
Looms many hundred years.
But there is no answer all
But the candle burns.
Old raincoat on the shoulders.
And there is no answer.

Behind the back - one hundred roads.
Ahead - three hundred years.
Single - white wolf -
Looking for the world of truth light.
Only there is no memory.
Through eternity way -
And it is impossible to minimize.
Only memory - no.

From the alarm, do not go away,
Do not cure strong sleep.
Bird black flies
On the sword crossed ringing.
Let never sleep come true!
Carry me, horse,
Through death and fire!
Let never sleep come true!

Infinite dispute with fate
For breaking vow.
Death steals you
To pick you up to yourself.
But the end of the way is not
But alive love
And hot blood ...
And there is no end of the way.