Текст песни Син - Ветры

Acrid smell of bitter autumn
Crumbled sand time
A generous handful of thrown to the wind
Soul of the loneliness of the tribe.

And in the vast desert of dispassion
Two dust particles find each other.
No, over the fate of his power, I do not,
But I hope and believe. Fly.

Two in one and lightning break,
The sky darkens and flames boiling,
Earth human swell waves
Heart sings with passion and fire.

In the sky the smoke of fires of the Inquisition
We will not touch the holy fire.
We Gentiles, white birds
The solution, squeeze his hand. Fly.

And in the vast desert of dispassion
Two dust particles find each other.
No, over the fate of his power, I do not,
But I hope and believe.