Текст песни Всполох - Скорбь

Mature this day my eyes,
As a raven black and evil
Morok spread their wings.
Chuyalo heart and sorrow, and fear.
Tosca homeless chest
And the pain in his eyes hardened,
Suddenly he turned to joy light.
And Bole will not find peace,
Way-road no more.

Where are you, my house,
sprinkled with tears
Dashing summer ...
I am an outcast in his native land
Waiting for the dawn.

Silently leave days and nights.
As if early snow,
The bitterness and grief laid
The burden heavy burden on the shoulders.
Wisdom of the Ancients thread
We could not save.

Do not scatter day
Not shielding night
Pit losses.
Is Life
He goes away? ..

Eternal Life Byl,
What tormented by substituting a lie,
Now trampled into dust
Moroka vicious betrayal ...