Легион - В поисках Авалона - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

At the beginning of our millennium, the ancient Celts tried to find a certain mysterious mystical island in the ocean called Avalon. Gold apples grew on this island. The legend read, eating such an apple, the man did the immortality. Thousands of ships went to search for this island, but not one of them did not return home.

I am too old, my angel is blind,

On the sea, the storm and laughter is ridiculous.

But I laugh in response

Laughs the wind for many years.

Ship is empty, there are no living here.

The last - I, but I do not count.

I am death, she is not waiting.

I saw the death of ships.

I remember the blood and brilliance swords.

My friends last moan -

We all were looking for Avalon.

But maybe I will find only hell

On the blur cards of dusty cards.

And I have to roll back.

Not!

Avalon calls.

Medium caribbean water

Ile Bermuda cliffs

I will find that I was looking for all my life.

Avalon not sleep ...

I hear the call of sea depths:

"Shaped overboard, because you are alone.

Touch the water - and you are saved.

Your Avalon is just a dream. "

I do not remember where, in what edges

Friends left for this call.

And, here I heard ...

Not!