Medleang
Oh yes in bearish, berry bear,
Mother sang the son of the song:
"Sleep, my favorite, the medium of snow hills! ..
The gods fell asleep to the water of the wax.
See: Shiny star -
Praded Bear smiles gently
Soon native places
The tablecloth is all covered with a snowy one.
Sleep, gain warmth!
Mother warm heart will warm.
Cold, despair, fear
As if on the dust field, the wind dispels "
Wood-enchantine sleeps tightly,
The wind plays with trees in hide and seek,
Raven on the branch sits,
The ice at the river takes away the remnants ...
In the Mol, the lights were frozen,
Whisper of steps on the traitor-snow,
Strust swords ...
Face traitors heart bear.
Chorus:
Storm at night
The eyes of an angry beast break out.
Raven screams,
The wings revealed, the blood is eagerly eager.
"No, I will not give !!!" -
There are no farewell
Native blood
You do not take away or a sword nor a torment !! ... "
Somewhere between Star Hills
Now young bear wanders,
Son love from the sky sevel,
He knows the day and they will meet ...
Breaking the blood shed,
But he was confused on the droplets;
Life has given my son.
He is for her and hesitates with a traitor ...
Pipe:
And storm in the night
The eyes of an angry beast flare
Raven Krcchit
The wings revealed, the blood is eagerly eager.
"No, I will not give !!!" -
There are no time for forgiveness!
Native blood
Removed both by the sword, and torment !! ... "
Svarga shines rain,
In Iria, a mother with his native son is found.
The battle is killed, defeated.
Fluffy branches wind swing ...
Together already forever
And nothing will change this.
Cold, despair, fear
Like in the dust field, the wind dispels ...
