Текст песни Шмендра - Даос

Where the hands of the fog will touch the water,
Where pines will tell about summer
In the light of a gentle evening star view
At the foot of the mountain waiting for trouble
Old Dao playing on the flute.

Clean anxiety sounds leave the wave,
Fulfing the melody with the sky.
Flute cries about the world, summarized war,
And sad motive is warm in spring -
Panhid over melting snow.

There must be some secret here,
In bright music or personal secrecy.
Dao sighed quietly, and, as an echo in response,
Light wind that lunar breathing will be warmed
Something whistled, above the sea.

And descended from the mountain lonely dragon,
Flamed flute and wind,
And behind him, the moth flew to the fire,
Only Dao suddenly flute trembling hand
Spray about a stone! And killed with a dawn ...

Words: NIC
Music: Smendra