Текст песни Ян Феров - Сильный, вольный, бесстрашный

The wind is howling on the roof ,
On the branches of the carotid trees .
Wind howls quieter .
He looks like a blind beast .

The wind raced over the years ,
Giving rise to storms and storms .
Fanning the flames of the coals ,
Fending off arrows and bullets .

Strong, free , fearless ,
Clinging to a blade mill ,
For sails and flags on the towers ,
He settles on the feet at firs.

Scattered themselves gradually,
Did not understand , what is sought ,
I wish the whole world , but in the end
On the branches of the trees crashed .

The wind is not howling on the roof ,
Do not bend the sleepy spruce.
Calm in a minute and hear
As sirens new animals .