Текст песни ВсполоХ - Скорбь

Mature this day my eyes,
How raven black and evil
Wraith straightened wings.
Chuyalo heart of grief and fear.
Longing homeless chest
And pain, frozen in his eyes,
Suddenly turned to joy light.
And Bole not find peace,
Path of the road on no.

Where are you, my house,
Sprinkled with tears
Dashing summer ...
I'm an outcast in his native land
While waiting for the dawn.

Silently leave days and nights.
If early snow,
Bitterness and sorrow lay
The burden of a heavy burden on his shoulders.
Wisdom of the Ancients thread
We were unable to save.

Do not scatter day
Not shielding night
Abyss of loss.
Is Life
Goes away? ..

Eternal life Byl,
What lies ravaged substitution
Now trampled into the dust
Moroka vicious betrayal ...