Rain weeping by day In early spring, by the tangled path Flame resists to the wolfish cold Spread with slush it is the road
Steep slope is blowing by winds Aghast we’re eyeing twilight Whisper of fire, grumbling of owl Sparks are throwing up like bright bends
Quiet haven and long shadows Dangerous, like an edge of a spear An Elvish maiden, a quiet Vesuvius Quiet haven and long shadows Deadly, like an edge of a spear The Princess is near close to forest stream
I de smaragdgrønne silker Alvbrud øver hekseri, Forlovende seg i ølrøyk Med en monarkisk аpril.
Early sunset in April Leaves and grass are shot gold Like under the spells of potion. A Forest maiden, a pure smaragd. Steel becomes glow from wrathful glare If it falls down to enemy He’s a man at the daytime But lives like a wolf at night.
Quiet haven and long shadows Dangerous, like an edge of a spear An Elvish maiden, a quiet Vesuvius Quiet haven and long shadows Deadly, like an edge of a spear The Princess is near close to forest stream
I de smaragdgrønne silker Alvbrud øver hekseri, Forlovende seg i ølrøyk Med en monarkisk аprilTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
