Текст песни Пікардійська терція - Пустельник

There is a deserted shore in the world,
There lives a hermit with the name of mine.
No noisy on the shores of Sour and Willow,
Scorched and dead stone ground.

chorus:
It has that hermit house from stones,
Stone bed, stone candle,
Stone wings risen roots
To the descent falling sleep.

I do not know who you are, Death Ile Sunday,
I do not know what you brought me.
Touch above the bullies,
Maybe the thunderstorms will bloom my songs.