Элхэ Ниэннах - Один меч против неба
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When the steppe feather is burning,
When the heart breaks into dust,
The soul is reflected in the mirrors,
The ice of glass melts under the fingers,
When salt appears on the lips,
When the crazy king is dancing,
And the word "dream" looks like a "moan" -
Stop on the edge of the times!
Between darkness and light,
Between "was" and "was not"
Between the "past" and "non -fiction" ...
One sword against the sky.

The ships are still swimming,
While "praying" does not mean "pray"
And the dawn did not splash with blood,
And the blue sky - but there is no death,
Until fate closed the ring
Until the horizon has hit the face
And the day calls you for battle -
Stop, stay yourself!
Between darkness and light,
Between "was" and "was not"
Between the "past" and "non -fiction" ...
One sword against the sky.

Here is the root and heather in my hands,
Here is the whistle of the arrow and click of the trigger,
Here is the sacrament of bread and the bitterness of wine,
Here are a lot of truths - but the truth is one,
Here the word and blood sprouts with grass,
Here is the sky - a dome above the head
Here is a brief moment between "aim" and "pl",
Here you are standing on the edge of the earth!
Between darkness and light,
Between "was" and "was not"
Between the "past" and "non -fiction" ...
One sword against the sky.