Текст песни Hellawes - Если я умру на твоих руках

How the rich man dies over his treasury,
At night, everything is crying and an animal howl.
You can't take the gold-silver with you -
Keeps the good like a chain dog.

As if not finishing the song, the poet will die,
Nightingale moan will fill the night.
His bitter gift is like wild honey.
And you can't say, and you can't be silent.

If I die in your arms
Don't be in a hurry to mourn me.
How can I leave, return to dust without saturating my eyes, without humiliating my soul?

I will not come with the stars, but not with the moon -
In the dark hour of the wolf on your porch
Come out, come out, my heart, to me,
Let me see your face again ...

And the morning is sweeter, the day is brighter,
Will you go out, my friend, to welcome me,
Take me on a long journey
Silver to the temple, and aspen to the chest ...