- Relase date:
- August 31, 2007
- Season Of Mist
- Supernal Music
1. SOLITARY ENDLESS PATH
Maybe it was predestined for me
To follow you through the forests
Muffled in gloom
Till the end of my days
To light my fire on the other side of the valley.
To dart off and run to your fire-place
In the morning
To touch with my face alder-trees
That are mute witnesses of embraces
Maybe there in gloomy edges of silence
I will follow you through the forests
Muffled in gloom
And look for your vestige in dewy grass
2. STIES AT OUR FEET
Valleys fall and cuddle up to feet
Mountains have recoiled,
Our resilient pace and firm
Ground of roads
Meets us with a groan of obedience.
Will we reach, will we tear off
His skyline and these clouds of rosy?!
And lank wing is singing on my sword
With its mighty breast.
We came. We faced respect and fear,
Having overcome swamps,
Thickets and hills
We brought in our squint eyes
Our skies of green and blue.
We didn't perceive the joy.
Were impulsive and peculiar
We darted away, prepared and leaved
Everywhere around us the lands
Where more southern
And even now these children run away
To the mountains like wolf-cubs
And under their brow
There are blue lakes,
Restless of waves and immense of expanse.
3. WHERE HORIZONS END
It is easy and clear to lay with a stabbed breast
In tangled grass, in dews on a damp ground
I see everything, my heave sleep is calm
And my eyebrows are stretched
On my straight forehead.
It was long because we walked through
Dales, steppes and mountains
The world wasn't glad for us - stubborn,
Arrogant and severe,
The lines always broke hardly and strongly,
The colours around us were like stones.
The colour has also stew our skin and hair
The battles rendered rough features
It is easy and clear to lay in tangled grass
Grass and flowers will take away my colours
4. ONLY THE WIND REMEMBERS MY NAME