Текст песни Элхэ Ниэннах - По мертвой белизне

On dead whiteness, on burnt stubble
Over the rocks and sands my longing wanders:
Gray feather-grass braided her ways -
Only the bitter wind carries the cherry blossom behind ...
Ledum to feather grass, sedge and wormwood
I lay on the threshold - I tell you to go away.
Where the wind blows the dust, where the heather is on the stones.
Along the swamps and swamps my sorrow goes
Through the windy darkness - to my doorstep,
In rags in the wind - to a fire.
Birch ash bleached under the moon
Take, sadness, my linen - forget the way to the house.
Over grasses, over stones, over mosses and over roots
Over mown meadows, over plowed fields
With a knapsack behind my back, a gray pain wanders,
That she baked bread with ash, kneaded with quinoa.
I will fill your cup with poppy dew -
But no matter how you drink it, and the pain can not be quenched ...