Текст песни Тэм - Защитникам Шаэрраведда

The golden grass has become black with blood
Do not erase blackness from a fire from a white wall ...
Sovereign, let the prisoner say a word
Before death leads me into the fog.

My word is not a sword
Do not save from fate.
Blood on a white wall -
In war as in war!

We fought for death, defending a flaming city,
And now only for a couple of hours we have been given a delay.
Look, my younger brother is standing - he is still very young.
Let him go, prince, for two I will answer in full!

How hot is the blood ...
Black bird off the shoulder
My soul will fly away
And do not interfere with fate!

Let him go, prince, you see - he is afraid of death.
He spent so little, he should not have become a warrior.
You hear the soul beating a frightened bird -
Aren't you tired of shedding blood for the battle?

But in your eyes steel
Stranger you are not sorry.
What do you want my words!
The steel of the sword is always right!

An indifferent mask froze on a cold face
And in the eyes of the interpreter: "It is impossible to forgive strangers!"
It’s a pity that a song can have a happy ending only in a fairy tale,
But do not, my brother, the gift of life from the mortal begging!

Hold my hand
We step through the fire
After pain, after fear,
Blowing a star in your hands!
... Carrying a star in the hands!