Текст песни Сатана Козёл - Воля

In the field of freestyle eagle
On a black horse Delete
With herbs knocking dew, the wind dashing
He met a day.
Grabbing the mane of a thunderstorm,
He raced over the land like a shadow

Again dawn overtake the night
Head bowed before him, and away!
Heaven - a shout, Will - bow
Yes forest coolness dead sleep.
Tron dawn fire
Yes fly without knowing grief.

Blood for blood
Will the blood
The steppe is empty.
Hey, old woman with a scythe,
On the road, do not stop!

And dispel the wind sadness
Time Suppose we do not regret.
Again the distance beckons!
And I leave the day behind,
Do not keep up with the death of me.
Only the Free Will!