Текст песни Обрядовое Состояние Погребения - Пыль Уставших Лиц

Dust tired people

Dust our weary people
The spinners mirrors -mechty
Look through your tattered dreams
He sees the essence of grated worn masks .

The bottomless silence
I heard a cry from the bottom of
Where snakes twisted shadow of Lost Dreams ,
Where are asleep images of our lives.

When our sorrow was bright
We were constellation
Brightly burning hearts
Burn themselves , illuminating the cold mist of nothingness .