Текст песни Ториэль - Полёт цапель туманным утром

In the style, white fog,
In the halo, silence,
Herkel Stroy flutter
In silver shine.
In the measuring flap of wings
Enchanted flock,
In the vortex of the ghost dust
I read your lot I read.

Over the dark fader
Under the legs of water
The bridge displaced by the wind
Curved to the arc.
You won't see him
Froker on the cliff;
For the vision of the notes
White savan and braids.

This bridge shares
The world of alive with the world of the dead.
It sometimes arises
In dreams, the dawn of the structures.
Only unclear Toskoy
Herkel Creek will call
Per hour when over the river
The flock will sweep them. -

Fill, forever
Bringing my joy,
Words of unraddated river
Lips Medical Sweet
In those edges, where fogs,
White Octa and Footage
My wounds will heal
Speak my soul.