Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Молитва

Prayer
(author - Aisne Demeter)
Arriving at night to open the door,
I prayed to as God or the child:
I later escaped to the human world,
You can do anything - bring back the clock.
There minstrels without me silent,
Faded paint and the world fell asleep,
Froze rust sword,
And there is no hope of return spring.
There weeds growing along the roads,
And no one from the road do not wait.
No heroes - who was killed, who was drunk,
Who ended peacefully career.
There's my world is drowning in dull anguish.
I have heard this longing swear
The gray-haired witch wine on the blade
I wrote runes and called me.
As before, the songs of sadness drove.
The world - he believed only to me only,
Let voice broke in foreign lands,
I was looking for myself for too long.
He smiled, and the longing in his eyes,
And quietly uttered: & quot; You're late & quot ;.