Текст песни Женщина с Бородой - Ветер Богов

When the night of love coolies, and the puchalase of the moon
Breaks your window and drinks from you to the bottom
When the troops of the orcs are ascended by the craft of war
Better than you
Better than you
Better than you

And you will enter the raspberry door, not knowing what kind of her
In the hands of only crossbow, in the quiver of arrows from poisoned lights
The sorcerer will create a decoction of skull, herbs and emptiness
He is better than you
He is better than you
He is better than you

But you rose into the sky, breaking through all the walls on the steel eagle
Downstairs remained sweetness of flowering chrysanthemums on the table
And so you still became the wind of the gods, breaking down from the height
Who is better than you?
Who is better than you?
Who is better than you?