Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Ветер, дай мне тяжесть белоснежных одежд

Wind, give me the gravity of the white clothes
How much can you drink and from the routine become blunt
Throwing people Silver immortal hopes
I'm going around the world to cry and sing

Wipe my mark on the warm ashes
Fly with me, share my bread
Shut me the way home
Lead me on a strange land

Midnight, give me a black cloak sky flap
I'll close the wounds of meticulous people
And on market day bird-hand nostalgia
I am selling a wandering witch-trouble

Seventh Star, keep my gift
Yes, the word will not splinter ice
Who is the enemy, who is the brother who goes into the sunset
To poison someone living water

Flame, wrap my waist in purple satin
To dance is mine no one could repeat
To the last court at the appointed hour
I became like a maiden dawn

The spell to weave so the birds fly
On the beads change songs of summer
Run into the light on the wet grass
Yes to open the gates of heaven to ask