Текст песни Александр Батраков - Белый мох

Seven snow kings touched the sky,
Obscuring the sun white palm.
White moss rose, where the night
Stars Dome bestow,
Where papyrus white clouds
New Dawn violence.

Who saw you this way,
Stone idol in the sky forty.
White moss rose, where the night
roads strands bestow.
He would lead the morning away
Those who leave their camp.

Take a look to the north, I will call the wind,
I stand on the stone, wave your hands.
Stalks of grass in this time
light trails will keep,
White moss give me your color,
Will a simple clothing.

White Moss will sing all night,
Shadow eyelashes bestow.
White Moss to cap strapped,
Who has the right to the joy in the heart.