Текст песни Песнь о Довакине - Ария Септимия Сегония

It is unknown, incomprehensible,
Encrypted, closed ...
Someone somewhere hid something -
Maybe the Ancient Scroll.
From the grass you get a potion,
You will receive an ingot from the ore.
If you want to reap - be ready to sow.
What will you give for the Ancient Scroll?

These doors were made by Dwemer.
After making the door, Dwemer died.
I will open these doors -
Behind the doors again doors ...
Here is the problem for the hero:
So that the master key does not break,
It needs to be smeared with blood -
Wow, how little!

Neither in Dibella, nor in Arkay,
Neither in Azur, nor in Mistara -
Dwemer did not believe in anything!
Dwemer believed by virtue of the couple.
I believed in locked doors,
He believed in stone walls.
Ancient Scroll hid Dwemer ...
Pay its price!

These doors were made by Dwemer.
After making the door, Dwemer died.
I will open these doors -
There are doors again behind the doors.
Here is the problem for the hero:
So that the master key does not break,
It needs to be smeared with blood -
Wow, how little!
Two treason for Boeta,
Three fun for Sangvin ...
We are similar to Dovakin -
We go through the corpses to the light.
That's wonderful, that's nice!
Let it all end with peace,
Let it all end with a feast,
Let it all end with cheese!