Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - По дороге в рассвет

On the way to dawn, the dewy path
I'm leaving, forgetting its former name
My old songs I did not have to finish singing
Those who are born again, those will be different

Strings iron hands touch preserve
Let crumble notes old songs
But oblivion smashing, string tingle again
From the burnt pages of memory will rise again

And spletutsya in the pattern magically simple
Snow and the whirlwind of the sky fallen stars
The thread path leading to the house unlocked
And warm hearth frosty winter night.

On the lips of the spicy taste of the golden wine
And the sad tune, worry strings
Cut short chord, and falls silent
And lay down on a sheet of delicate lace runes.

There's silver grass like frost glitters
Tear in the blue sky high mountains
The wind in the crowns of the mighty foliage rustles
Beating in the gray rocks cold sea.

That night, again I could not sleep
Heart drawn to the edge, where I never was not
The distance trail running, measuring my way,
And the shining star in a black velvet sky.