Текст песни Helengard - Венок

In a twisted over the river
Winds famously float,
By water wreath dry
Hastily customize,
braided plaits
Dismissing, untwining,
By the shores of chasing flowers -
Memory erasing old.

In the steppe horse walks -
The fiery mane;
I have lost my peace,
Rivers of tears shed.
Horse chestnut riderless
Walks lonely;
Burned me longing
Young nettles.

Where color meadow
Lures white,
We promised you and I
Last spring;
On the bridge, the river,
Persuasion was given,
With wreaths windy heads
On the water throwing.

Among the herbs walking horse -
Black horseshoe;
At the heart of the bitterness of the fire
I broke out again.
The horse goes riderless,
Raising the eyes;
Wait you my century,
Tears shed at night.