Текст песни BRIGANTINA - В гордой печали

The proud sadness frozen moon,
And it illuminates the path of Knight,
Enveloped in foreign lands at night,
The dull silence - only the horse gait.

Away blackened thick forests,
Trees like digging into the heavens,
And the rider is exhausted, and it seems nothing
He continues the way. But we must not tarry.

With the dawn of the night mist dissipated,
The road to the cave it led.
Ancient prophecy has come true yet -
With evil he happened to meet here.

By noon, he struck his enemy:
The last head of a snake cut down.
And greedily breathed in the smell of fresh grass.
The grass that lay all three heads.

The proud sadness frozen moon,
And it illuminates the path of Knight,
Sung the glory of his native land -
Arrive alone holy land.