Текст песни Рязаныч и Маугли - Тьма-Пелена

The solution is pink in black trail
Night came, scattering the stars in the sky.
The ringing of swords through the gloomy light
He writes your way on the glass.

Echo underground draws your sleep,
Heart hammering return your doubts.
You'll find that you're doomed!
Doom, the fate of the wheel.

E-hey! Dark-veil
Gently Lays, but strictly without wine!
Far from his native land
For you it will come.

And when the dawn comes,
And the dew on the grass wash away the sweat on his face,
The mighty hand hung whips,
And grim echoes die down for a moment.

You zadremlesh fire.
This night for you and now, as of yesterday,
You have time to warm spark of sweet sleep,
But where you have reigned it!

E-hey! Dark-veil
Gently Lays, but strictly without wine!
Far from his native land
For you it will come.

Hey! Dark-veil
Gently Lays, but strictly without wine!
Far from his native land
For you it will come.