Текст песни Dreamkeeper - Легенда

I cried and got up at the threshold,
And warrior, sowing on a black horse,
Said quietly: "Far down road
But I will come back. Do not forget me."

Bypassing defeats and troubles
The trop of war fate was led,
And the war went, and an hour of great victory
He pierced the sharp arrow.

Medium of combat friends - their leader recent -
He died, not believing in trouble -
And someone carved on the graves
Words pronounced in nonsense.

Thistle stroke the grave,
Forgotten the previous warriors of the case,
And the girl first forgot about him,
Then it was and died.

But, in gray stone knocked out, strictly
On the slope of a dazzling day
Words are burning: "Let the road are far away,
But I will come back. Do not forget me."