Текст песни Летучий Голландец - Искатель

Seeker

In black rags, a gloomy dreamer,
Where the swamps are lonely lights
At dusk a seeker wanders through the woods -
The ghostly detective in the service of darkness.

Stones in your pocket for hunting
Flask behind a belt of dirty water,
Temples of refuge - underground grottoes
A brave heart to meet with misfortune.

What if he solves the riddle
And win the fight with fate?
Who puts patches on clothes
Or will he give at least one gold?
Strong legs and wise thoughts
Make the goal achievable completely
Flame of delight, devoid of meaning -
A drop of “Galliano” in cheap wine.

Terrible secrets lurk in souls
Where, if not in the twilight of the night,
Tear, hidden in the heart, out
And expose the lie in his guise?

Who will be so impartial and accurate
To find out the worst secret
Is that a ghost subject only to night
The one who is not at all in the world.