Текст песни Виконт - Крики ворон

The cries of crows from four sides
You do not hear them
The cold blade, but your hand
Cold.
Melts dew blue eyes
And somewhere above
Stars Crest see from a height
The loss of life

Driving, driving in the dark distance
Storm clouds wind
Here, the glass becomes steel
Fire no heat, no light.
Thickened in the sea water,
Turned to blood
In this world of living matter.
Why again and again
Choose you this edge?

Children of War Children woes
Why is this world so dear to you?
Water hide your tracks
There will be more effort.
How to win, how to save
This gloomy world from hordes of crows?
And you're going back here
Children woes.

Steel, pain, blood, and sleep
Paying tribute to the sunset,
He lived only one day,
To avenge the death of his brother.
You once came here
In the wake of his
He was ready to give his life
For him alone.
Only traces of the war washed.

Darkness, light, bad cold
Dirt, revenge, beats hammer

You asked so little strength
But there is no answer
Stars-crosses hear from a height
A quiet moan.
The burden lies on the heart is
Lightsworn
A vicious circle outlined suddenly
Cries of crows.