Текст песни СатанаКозёл - Воля

In the field of freestyle eagle
On horseback the raven Remove
With herbs , knocking dew wind dashing
He met the day .
Grabbing the mane of a thunderstorm ,
He raced over the earth like a shadow .

Again the dawn overtake the night .
Heads bowed in front of him and away!
Heaven - cry will - bow
Yes forest coolness dead sleep.
Tron dawn fire
Glide on knowing the grief !

Blood for blood
Will the blood
In the steppe is empty.
Hey , old woman with a scythe ,
On the road, do not stop!

And dispel the wind sadness
Time empty we were not sorry !
Again the distance beckons !

And I leave the day behind
Do not keep up with the death of me ,
Only a free will!