Текст песни На Распутье - Семь Ветров Над Крадою

Hops bitter song calls
Do not get rid of torn nerves thin thread
Do not tie .........

Night and the place dubbed the
wind howling wolf cry bottomless sadness
Way home .........

Death is not the only reward
Circle of Blood only seven winds over stealing
Fly away ...............

The death cry of the soul tormented
sunset white bird on a par with clouds
In Irij -Garden ..........
In Irij -Garden ..........