Текст песни Ступени - Вишневый снег

Behind the smoke of fires, behind a shower of arrows -
Caravans of nights - and that day,
That's yesterday's.
My prison is an icy tower.

I remember how rave about dawn
A fugitive, doomed to be executed,
And how long does the night drag on?
For a captive of obsidian rocks.
I remember smiles,
What turned into a grin
At the sight of cherry snow.

But the north wind opened my arms,
Covered my back
From poisoned arrows.
North wind, we are brothers!

Here's a reward for my mad escape
For the fact that I saw the snow
And the marble of green ice.
I remember forever
Taste of cherry snow!