Текст песни Боянов Гимн - Туман

The result is so sad that there is no more strength
Silence. It is wounded, worst all to the holes,
Drunk blood swallowing a cry
Having dreamed of the will, an old man appeared.

Fog covers, I seemed on the bottom.
In the fog, we grow up, I trust fate.
And the voice only quiet will return me again.
Urgered my heart familiar eyes ...