Текст песни Scharfrichter - По Зимним Тропам

I do not bow our heads
Prev trouble or sorrow
According to the precepts of the sworn enemies
I not wanted, and I will not live
The pain that tormented heart
Tempering my spirit as the blade
Do not go back to their homes, I ...
Already for a long time there, no one expects

And Slave heart voice
I hit the road ...

I was looking for winter trails
Those who have kept the wisdom of former
Those who threw off the shackles of its
And ever been cursed people
Every day, on and on
He left in the forest thickets
Oh foliage with opal trees
But still warm sunbeams

Suddenly I came to meet the old man
His voice seemed familiar
He said - "that's your house darling
Where is your sorrow is asleep "