Текст песни Tvangeste - Thinking...
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I heard a leaves whisperIn the cold autumn foresWhen we were standing nearThe bonfire and we wereCrossing our swordsOver its flameI heard a peals of thunderIn the evening twilightsI saw a dying sunChanging by Silver moonlight...[repeat]For Dying!For Crying!For Native Land!For Profaned Fate!Damned cross like a black shadowHas came to my LandEverybody under this shadow either starts to lie or die...But better die standing with proudly holding up headThan live kneeling with the mask of hypocrisy...I heard peals of thunderIn the evening twilightsZI saw a dying sunChanging by the silver moonlightWind brought to my earingWolf`s wailing, lone and yearningIt was early in the morningWhen I was sitting by the purling streamAnd I was thinking...of my nationSuddenly I heard the summon "Time, Brothers! It`s our time!"We were straddling our horsesAnd we were to takeOur swears into Reality....