Текст песни Пилигрим - Крест И Меч

In the vast Valley of Flowers,
Under stones froze century.
There once were cut shelves
And now the grass is high.

Time sharpens the cold granite.
And let the crows circling in the sky,
But freedom in the heart boils.
Brother, do you know what is the force, brother.

Chorus:
The cross and the sword,
Power cherished.
The cross and the sword,
Yes, a handful of his native land.
The cross and the sword,
Power cherished.
The cross and the sword,
Yes, a handful of his native land

Wind wave her free wing
Polosnet silver feather.
Each stone is painfully familiar,
Forgive me mother - the land of cheese.

And the characters come to life legends
Split rock Pad.
Ashes ancient flew after them,
And the wind gray strand.