Текст песни Иллет - Меч, вонзенный в курган

Sword smeared in Kurgan
At sunset gammed to the farewell bone
Wind in Bronze Horn over the Kurgan Kurbil
On cold winds
Gray Falcon Paris in Gold Clouds
And the river sailed to the sunset

And stood in the water horses
Under the mound gray
The wind flew in the sky, and wanted horses
Fly along with him

Floating river
Brew an old wrath of clouds into the sunset
The sound of distant horns, reflection blade
And ranked water
Like a steel string sang a song she
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About distant edges, about forgotten years

And there was so water sweet
And transparent was
Drank her horses, and they have behind
Wings cut down

And they flew
Over the wave of herbs on the road wind
Swan trail like an arrow from the theetics
Straight to the edge of the earth
Over the sea wave to the Wizard Islands
Yes to the insertive seas, that behind the blue star

Fucked in the sunset horses
To firing clouds
And listed them for a farewell fire
Sword smeared in Kurgan