Текст песни Ян Феров - Сильный, вольный, бесстрашный

The wind is howling on the roof,
On the branches of the carotid trees.
Wind howls quieter .
He looks like a blind beast.

The wind was chasing for years,
Giving rise to storms and storms .
Fanning the flames of the coals ,
Fending off arrows and bullets .

Strong, free , fearless,
Clinging to the blades of the mill ,
For sails and flags on the towers ,
He settles on the feet at the firs.

Scattered themselves gradually,
Did not understand , what is sought ,
I wish the whole world , but in the end
On the branches of the trees crashed .

The wind is not howling on the roof,
Do not bend the sleepy spruce.
Calm in the moment and hear
As sirens new animals .