Текст песни Фэалиндэ - Черное - белое

It was winter, and fog floated
Word separations and severity of injuries
Anyone who once was wounded,
Plastal on asphalt.
And the two Lords were in the crowd,
Lords after noisy avenue,
But the White Lord laughed
Fog and mud.
The blond and brutal
Lord God of Winter Roads
Spreads wings.
There is no fire, no light,
And when the summer
The city was forgotten.
But the glare of yellow lights
And the shadow of the closed doors
All sang songs about longing,
But Lord Black was not listening.
Since frost is woven into the grass
As of the entrances of their name
Long lost dreams
And damned souls.
Songs whispering darkness
Shadow Lord, the Lord of Terror
Trail underfoot.
And faith is not dead by noon,
But hopes of a second
Do not leave the gods.
My town drunk, my city evils,
Then someone from the two passed.
Well, better shadows on the frost,
The fear that jammed alcohol.
And the best pain interfere with anguish,
The emptiness, and with it peace.
I do not go for two,
But until then, and nothing more.
And snow, and for the night
The time will be later,
Both are not jealous.
And yet - the wine and horror,
Joy did not become worse.
But I'll be gone when the fire
Extinguished and the ashes.