The Wolven Storm - Priscilla’s Song (The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt)

Tradução

Malukah

Compositor: Marcin Przybylowicz

These scars long have yearned for your tender caress
To bind our fortunes, damn what the stars own
Rend my heart open, then your love profess
A winding, weaving fate to which we both atone

You flee my dream come the morning
Your scent, berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of raven locks' en twisted, stormy
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep

Za wilczym śladem podążę w zamieć
I twoje serce wytropiÄ™ uparte
Przez gniew i smutek, stwardniałe w kamień
RozpalÄ™ usta smagane wiatrem

Z moich snów uciekasz nad ranem
Cierpka jak agrest, słodka jak bez
Chcę śnić czarne loki splątane
Fiołkowe oczy mokre od łez

I know not if fate would have us live as one
Or if by love's blind chance we've been bound
The wish I whispered, when it all began
Did it forge a love you might never have found?

The Wolf I will follow into the storm
To find your heart it’s passion displaced
The Wolf I will follow into the storm
The wish I whispered, when it all began
Did it forge a love you might never have found?