Текст песни Виконт - Хранитель

Burns days
Wind, bound with bad weather
Let them fly
Now I have no power over them.
Boil the blood
I'm mad prisoner of passion
Let love burn -
From her some adversity.

I am a great magician, an evil fate is intended to create
Do not know the prohibitions
Balance of good and evil, I shall keep
And live without troubles, but
Became another, and everything has changed
Opened in my chest flower magic
Since then I hate evil
But how can I be? You can not be on the sidelines.

Started the war,
Killed and longed for power.
How many years live -
Above Human laughing happiness.
But come sunrise
Not transparent scarlet suit -
This is the face of the gods
My heart breaks into pieces.

I do not like everything,
And rock my loneliness and evil
Printing of fate on me,
And I am lost in the middle of the road.
Her sad face
And the voice, that voice inside me
How to put his spring,
Yes, it's burning in my chest?