Текст песни
"On the Wind"
The birch tree sways by the river’s glass
Whispers of tales from the eons past
A kestrel dances in the pearled skies
Wings of the dawn where the spirits fly
On the wind
Oh
Hear the sound
Gusli strings and the echoes profound
Balalaika hums in the hands of the free
Drums beat the heart of ancestry
Fields of gold where the wheat-heart grows
Dreams of fire in the forge’s glow
The mothers hum of their children’s fight
Guardians bold of the star-lit night
On the wind
Oh
Hear the sound
Gusli strings and the echoes profound
Balalaika hums in the hands of the free
Drums beat the heart of ancestry
Roots run deep
Where the frost kiss lay
Calling us back to the ancient way
Through the forest dark
By the stepped stones
The voices rise
And we’re never alone
On the wind
Oh
Hear the sound
Gusli strings and the echoes profound
Balalaika hums in the hands of the free
Drums beat the heart of ancestry
