Gothic Sky - Спящие Цветы
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There is no rest to the soul in strange ghostly dreams,
A number of centuries are already turning into dust
The stems of sleeping flowers, petals carry them
Sighs of the winds to the sea, stars will fall asleep in the waves

The moon turns black, mirrors rubbish
Reflect from the bottom, and falls into smoke,
Not rest in dreams, the moon ghostly light
Like tears in the eyes, the dawn gives birth again

But opening the petals,
Entering the cold of death,
Flowers die
Under the moon from the rain,
Having met a lunar dawn
At night of eternal deaths
Gain an answer
Souls of lunar children

After thousands of years, after hundreds of centuries
Purple light gives reflection of dreams
Sleep fresh flowers under the cold moon,
Soon their petals will wash the sea with a wave

Waiting for news by the fire of funeral winds
The souls of the lunar day, which will get into them again,
After hundreds of centuries of the lunar ghosts of the grotto
The walls of sleeping flowers will again wake up from dreams