Текст песни ИШ - След

The grouse thranger kept evil secrets,
Gray sky prepared rock.
Miles for miles Local temples
In search of a trace desperately buzz.

Long wandered for you on the heels
Gloomy forest bending foliage.
You are a precious, flaming gift,
Your silhouette awakened in the morning.

On the left and on the right of the sufferers,
Also the dream is obsessed with the main one.
A month for clouds slowly collapsed,
Steamed after the old outpost.

With every dawn, everything was worse than breathing,
At night, a lonely bonforary was warmed.
Suddenly
At the swamp
Under Ivoy old
Track Your
found
In the dark
I
and

Stir.