Текст песни Морена - О Белом Камне

Bright was the dawn and the dark night,
Times alternated times
Until then, until one merchant
The victim was not brought to a white stone.
Gold flowed to him,
Yes, greed beyond measure was overcome:
How many do not hoarding merchant stingy -
All it seemed to him a little.
White Stone took the victim,
Became Kupchina richer faster
Not noticing that his greed
I fasten your collar at the neck.
Stone in seven road lay,
And the roads were damned,
Only from that time, and an hour there,
To the victims did not bring him.
Who asked promotes love,
Who would want that the other,
Someone rinsed his hands in the blood
In order to become young again.
Some authorities currently require,
Someone forces collapse of the earth mountains.
Because volumes in human destinies
Braided in a thistle pattern.
Time lost its coast,
The shrine flew gilding,
Swept succession war,
And people zaginulo without counting ...
If immortality lives of others,
Those that lives were not slaves,
If you want to be one of them,
Victims do not carry on a white stone.