Horus, Hilgen Dorfi - Рубеж
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So many words have been said, but what benefit will they give me?
If the path has skidded and understanding has grown, there is no way out
Again, cold flakes flashed through the window in the darkness.
And they fill up our house. The whole point is that it's about winter
Groves of snowy forest-steppes
Hunched over as if under the weight of chains
Interweaving of bare branches
Will tremble under the blows of the whip wind
This world is bleached in winter
And they lied to us about warming
You and I are just two shadows
In this icy Valhalla
Somewhere there is hot sand
Spa and resort, fresh juice
And here any walk, as if
An extreme throw into the cold darkness
Where the clock hands seemed to freeze
Warmer jacket, thicker sock
To live until the moment when
The lethargic sleep of winter will let us go
How can I find you here?
How can I find you here?
White snow covered the paths
Snow covered the paths
So many words have been said, but what benefit will they give me?
If the path has skidded and understanding has grown, there is no way out
Again, cold flakes flashed through the window in the darkness.
And they fill up our house. The whole point is that it's about winter
Flapping like a flag at the hood valve
My cheeks are hardened even under the balaclava
Again the night covered the earth with a black camouflage coat
A strong wind blows even a raincoat
There wasn’t enough heat (it’s not free here)
It's like the sky was mourning you and me
The mountains were covered with snowfall smoothly
Like a veil wrapped us, enveloped us
Furniture remains fed to the fire
After all, here the darkness has overcome, the veil has spread
And warm days are forever expired
Nothing grows here except ice peaks
And in an abandoned place dusted with snow
The icy cornices will crunch underfoot
To find you on this blanket of snow
I'll need a powerful thermal imager
And, whatever one may say, everything will be below zero
After all, the weather conditions are not favorable to us
Somewhere over the white fields the wind was blowing again
And our blue hands reached out to the coals
Burning fires in dying spaces
What will make our bodies numb like anesthesia
And where even precision instruments regularly fail
I only ask myself one question
How can I find you here?
How can I find you here?
White snow covered the paths
Snow covered the paths
So many words have been said, but what benefit will they give me?
If the path has skidded and understanding has grown, there is no way out
Again, cold flakes flashed through the window in the darkness.
And they fill up our house. The whole point is that it's about winter