Текст песни Исповедь меча - Конь

Where are you, my swift horse,
With a lush mane, black?
Where, tell me, in what years
Are you and I parted?

Do you remember the knights of the bright age:
Now tournaments, then war,
And in the midst of a hot battle
The stirrups cut into the flesh.

To us, who did not know evil and grief,
The wind of life sang a song.
We rushed with you through the mountains
And streams of sharp arrows.

The clinking of swords of strong steel
Raven overhead.
We never dreamed of happiness
Peace was unknown to us.

Proudly the banner fluttered
Frequent, valiant victories.
What happened to friends now?
Their trail has long been lost.

Do not return excess glory
Don't dream of victories.
My faithful friend, experienced friend,
There's nothing more to lose!

Instead of old castles - landfills
And the "knights" are drunk.
In clamps, sad and pitiful,
The horses are tearing the strings.