Элхэ Ниэннах - Мы
текст песни

You hear, they knock on the door - do not open:
This is a dream.
Pass the train going to paradise
At zero hours.
Autumn wind in the songs of spring,
Separation of harvesting, birds of war:
You hear, they knock on the door - do not open:
This is us.
We have become a night hunt for your dreams,
Behind us is the full moon of the wolf call:
We were heaven, bird, grass, -
We became wind, ashes, ash
Their cities.
With a double blow of the wing, soaring up -
Or to death,
Double blow dissecting life,
Like a whip, -
In the lakes of the eyes - ice water:
King is dear, Queen-bied ...
You can still have time to escape -
Turn away.
Night hunting - half -forgotten fear,
The hooves of the horses are hearing the star ashes:
Dragon Dance, demonic dance -
But you can’t see us so
In their mirrors.
Close the windows, the door of the bastard and after
Do not look:
A single sign - calamus and witch color -
On the chest.
A sleeper night over a white leaf,
Like an abyss between a bridge and a cross.
The thunderstorm does not spare the one who is nearby -
Leave.
Night hunting: Who laughs after?
Step by the threshold - but there is no return back:
In the snow - prints of lunar horseshoes,
Winged horses are waiting for riders -
We are leaving for the dawn ...
Night hunting is a heart failure:
The pattern of the planets is disturbed by fate:
We are the dance of the wind on the verge of worlds,
We are the evil flame of dark bonfires,
We became ourselves.