Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Прочь от всех

Am F
Away from all over the melting ice
  Dm E
Obeying the call of anguish
 Am F
Bank of the great river
 Dm E
I greet the sun delirium.
     C G
Icy wind breathes in the face.
 Dm Am
I do not believe the signs and dreams.
C G
It's just a spring again -
    Dm Am
Time restless creators.

   F Am
Time to name names,
F E
World wake up from winter sleep.

In the bowl again poison silver
Bird-flame breaks in his hands.
I leaf through the centuries ago,
To overcome the fear of stupid.
In the shimmering ghost lines
I'm afraid to see the answer:
Three times for eleven years
Survive the mad prophet.

Pale demon shakes his shoulder -
In this tale you do with it!

My death will wait for another,
Ahead of a song and dreams.
Tears on his cheek is not visible,
If weep with rain.
How many of us left in the world -
Raving to go through the line?
At the hour when tired from his wounds,
Who will pick up the banner of arms?

Do not rush to answer me & quot; Yes & quot ;.
Be mad - this is the trouble?