Текст песни полинове поле - Вітер З Півночі

Where forests are old
Where darkness prevails
There lives my soul
In the high mountains.

The stars falling from heaven
At sea wormwood
Paul creeping fog
From month says.

Wind from the north flying
Noise driveth
Arrival always there
Will there looking.

Chorus:
A dark night
Through tears and pain
When tears fall
Flash heaven.
they burn
And dispel the darkness
His life light
I osvichu him.

Sprout bitter wormwood
From raw land
A fall from a palm
Black drop of blood.

Take away the blood earth
And the return force
From tree leaf fall
In an empty grave.

When headstone
Tears fall omyyut
At the plate last words
World open all the truth.

Chorus