Текст песни Natural spirit - Сита Роса

Witching are lost in a century,
Not many managed to find it.
The gods do not see much truth in their children -
His brother, glad for the gold in the ground dead.
Forgotten nechtimy,
I do not remember even, whose we are,
Caught in invisible judges
Slaves strange illusions.
Illuminating light Horsa,
The path that was chosen first ancestors.
Heaven let send Sita Rosa
In the sacred land of the Slavs.
Harp shone in runes
Elder touched hands.
Subjects learned strings
Flexible finger taut bows.
Pour into the heart of the song,
Soul soared, rejecting flesh.
In the old Russia to the epic
He suffered an invisible trail.
He lit up the face of Boyana
Golden light Horsa,
Stribog clouds chased by the winds,
Pouring Sita Rosa.
Harp shone in runes
Elder touched hands.
Subjects learned strings
Flexible finger taut bows.
Pour into the heart of the song,
Soul soared, rejecting flesh.
In the old Russia to the epic
He suffered an invisible trail.
He lit up the face of Boyana
Golden light Horsa,
Stribog clouds chased by the winds,
Pouring Sita Rosa.