Текст песни Книга Теней - Керосиновая Лампа

Kerosene lamp

1 kup.

In my breast - a lamp.
Simple like that.
In her pour kerosene.
The wick flares up,
In the glow of melting,
Giving you hundreds of lights.

Relate hands
So gently and languidly,
As if afraid to break.
And my flame
responds modestly
And it begins to smoke.

Solder.

Lamp old glass cracks,
Black children and varnish on the edges.
I thought she was old beggar.
All wandering the Grave paths.
It is forgotten, old-fashioned,
Unsightly and alien in appearance.
Burned, Breed.
But who is able to love.

2 kup.

Burns did not get tired,
Crumbled light.
In our room want.
I will burn
And in the winter and summer,
Overshadow any candle.

But at the end of the night,
Morning dawned,
And the sun rises from behind the roofs.
And your hands
unabashedly cool
Quench "Die Fledermaus".

(Lily Alsher White)