Текст песни Вилы - Вилами по воде

We walked along the scorched earth, ashes cooled,
Leaving yourself instead of ashes wins.
Smoke obscures his eyes furtive tear freezes.
Biting inheritance, horses rush without looking back.

Pitchfork wrote on the water,
The water carried in a sieve.
Afternoon with fire will looking confident,
Whether we lost, or found.

Hot horses flew faster than the wind,
On the steep sides of the rains lashed whip.
Rainwater in the sand left by? Esney,
In the footsteps in the sand signs reading song.

Pitchfork wrote on the water,
The water carried in a sieve.
Afternoon with fire will looking confident,
Whether we lost, or found.

On a deserted church, for crows expanse ...
Sea River will become sad salt.
Mane roar rising, stars with horseshoes drops.
Capsized up, the sky glows in the grass.

Pitchfork wrote on the water,
The water carried in a sieve.
Afternoon with fire will looking confident,
Whether we lost, or found.