Текст песни Остролист - Озеро Тайн

I grow a tree strange beauty,
What had never seen.
Dense foliage in silver dew.
I watered it with tears.
And heresy as leaves and night and day
She grew up on a beautiful crust.
And the demons made a nest in it,
As I lay in silver.

But, God, do not let the shrine touch
One whose hands in the mud!
Only angels hovering over the lake mysteries
Ancient cult of love.

I hear the bell, but it rings
Chain from my shackles.
I do not have air, and thought excites
Sorceress wondrous love.
But the darkness did not kiss, you do not do light
Though bright you a thousand times!
And the angels fell shower of comets ...
And now I have to fall.

But, God, do not let the shrine touch
One whose hands in the mud!
Let the angels hovering over the lake mysteries
Ancient cult of love!