Ториэль - Странствия Психеи
текст песни

The candle cried in the palm of my hand,
Wax flowed down the pale fingers ...
For the act is lawless
The fate of the wanderer is waiting for me.

My iron boots
Enough for me for my century long.
I know, crying is useless. -
This is the time to spend only.

From a quagmire pulls death,
A pale month in the clouds is drowning.
Where are you, my dear? answer me!
The candle cried in the palm of my hand ...

My staff, inhabited by steel,
Earthly is piercing into the firmament.
Somewhere there, behind the blue distance,
I will conjure us.

A drop of wax gold
On your face fell.
As a vision, you melted -
And it became dark on the heart.

Old cloak
All covered. Feets are tired.
On the night steppe dull
I wandering without a road.

I'm looking for you in the light.
The candle cried in the palm of my hand ...
Surrender, dear, where are you?
The black wind groans in the sky.

I catch your smile
In lunar glare, in the spark of the star -
And violins play in the blood,
And they sing, swinging, pines.

I don’t even see you in my dreams.
The month hid in the backwater.
The light glowed red,
The candle cried in the palm of my hand ...

But one day, it can be
Mark the separation of the snowstorms;
I will wake up in your arms
In the pearls of your bed.