Текст песни Scharfrichter - По Зимним Тропам

Do not bow my head
Before trouble or sorrow
According to the precepts of the sworn enemies
Did not want to and I will not live
Pain that tormented heart
Tempered my spirit as the blade
I will not go back to their homes ...
Too long there, no one expects

And driven voice of the heart
I hit the road ...

I was looking on winter trails
Those who kept the wisdom of former
Those who took off their shackles
And ever been cursed people
Every day more and more
Went into the forest thicket
Much foliage from trees opal
But still warm sun rays

Suddenly I came to meet the old man
His voice seemed familiar
He said - "that's dear your house
Where is your sorrow fall asleep "