Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Кони богов

In the sky, beating horses of the gods,
Horses fight for my life.
Released term unnecessary shackles,
Who will destroy their word?

If you will win sad Virgo Moon,
Silver grasses overcome Sun Gold.
I'll walk barefoot on the verge of ringing strings,
And the cold blood of a young priestess dew will turn.

horseshoe ring
On the first snow,
Prior to the northern gate
Without escape law.
Dark flame in his hand -
Sorry!

If there is more honey noon father,
If moonlight melt under a warm hand,
I will take the land voiced words and open hearts,
He gave a long-awaited peace immortal home.

Towards the run
Do not stumble,
In the hands hold
Yes, plenty to drink.
In the bowl of the water of life -
Forever!

Light crushed a thousand words,
Showered with star dust
In the sky, beating horses of the gods,
Breaking my impotence,
In the death dance of the heavenly lights ...
Which is stronger?