Текст песни Иллет - На зеленом холме

On a green hill in anticipation of spring
After a long winter on the eve of the dawn.
Near the gray stones in cold wave
We amber moon - who asks response :
Who knows the name of going after ?
Who knows the name of the carrier summer?
Eternal wind in our old hobbling ,
Eternal stone ruined walls ,
Seared lightning heather on the hill
And silver tie moon on the eternal wave.

Who sifted sand, look for the words ,
Those grains that have become the beginning of creation ?
Whose spell incessantly whispering leaves,
Whose face emerges in the night of reflection ?
Who will show me the path that hitherto unknown ?
Who knows the name of going after ?
Eternal wind in our old hobbling ,
Eternal stone ruined walls ,
Seared lightning heather on the hill
And silver tie moon on the eternal wave.

Bard get lost on the roads of the earth.
I am the giver of names and nizatel moments.
I'm on the trail of the heather , I sagebrush steppe ,
I silver wind of your dreams.
But who will show me the way through the sunset to the dawn ?
Who knows the name of going after ?
Eternal wind in our old hobbling ,
Eternal stone ruined walls ,
Seared lightning heather on the hill
And silver tie moon on the eternal wave.