Текст песни Вадим Курылёв Булавка для бабочки - Туманные поля

Cold sun, sleepless days
Autumn winds of empty forests.
On a foggy path on a long hike -
Our path is unknown, but not new.

Dented armor, blunt swords
And the pale shadows of our faces.
Beaten horses carry our dreams
The fog escorts us to the borders.

There is no that which protected us before.
Yes, I know that time is up
But hold me tight, black earth!
This shore ends in fire
And we won't come back again
Our song will fly into the foggy fields.

The wounded knight will spur his horse,
And a cloud of dust will hide the light.
Chasing dreams in a distant land
More dangerous than sword and crossbow.

To a strange land that is in wild flowers,
Blue blood will be spilled.
A spear through armor and a velvet cloak,
Will go straight into the heart like love.

There is no that which protected us before.
Yes, I know that time is up
But hold me tight, black earth!
This shore ends in fire
And we won't come back again
Our song will fly into the foggy fields.