Текст песни Иллет - Кочевник

Pour goodbye cup to me
I will not leave a sip at the bottom.
To a far road that has no return
I ride on a dashing horse.

Let the black wolf run at the stirrup
Let the black raven fly behind you
Silver horseshoe in the sky a fun month
Good luck promising me is on fire.

My sword won't rust on the wall
Fate will still give me battle.
Like a banner, a wormwood has swept across the sky
Sunset in a blood-joyful fire.

Death on a black horse will come
And, like a sister, she will reach out to me.
The cold moonbeam dear to us will fall under our feet,
And we will turn the horses to heaven
And we will turn the horses to heaven ...