Текст песни ДМЦ - Я устал умирать

I'm tired of dying at the hands of the owner of the old inns ,
See how my burns in the fire in November for the winter ...
Again sit at the holy water , cursing gray-haired sorcerer,
I asked him : ' Preserve ' ... not kept the ward , you burned down ...

Often dream in ancient alder, dissolved in the heat of your affection
Autumn us to forgive sins , old wood told us tales ..
I cursed himself and the day that cursed night and disturbing dreams ...
I'm tired of dying at the hands of the owner of the old inns ,
I'm tired of dying at the hands of the owner of the old inns ....