Текст песни Age - Грай

Somewhere by the river where there is no ford,
Gray bulls dance roundabouts.
Chains are cast in gold at night.
The crow there screams,
With the wolf's own brother.

There is a fire burning in the sky.
They drink wine, eat bread.
Old gypsies sing songs to them.
They beat with their hooves, they beat.
And in the sky lightning.

These bulls have their own truth:
They do not need the sun, they are rich in darkness.
They don't need spring, they need more winter,
To have you guy sleep on the stove in captivity.

Play, look for your dreams in the dreams of youth.
Play, sound the spring of a green warm bowl.
Play, sing together the songs of heavenly will.
Play, play, chase the bull - fate will return.

Drunk bulls, jumping around the country,
Towels are trampled with hooves in clay.
They jump in the yards, open the houses,
Whoever is not buried will be to blame.

These bulls have their own truth:
They do not need the sun, they are rich in darkness.
They don't need spring, they need more winter,
To have you guy sleep on the stove in captivity.