Текст песни Яг Морт - Отражение

In forest limits (?) In a mysterious way
There is daily road to the lake.
Sparkling with all the colors of the rainbow
And his boots are drowning in moss.
Cold eyes do not look at the sky
And the sun, he sees only a reflection.
Walks the usual road to the lake
Look at your reflection in the water.

He is not good and not evil
The greens of his clothes.
Doomed to become ash
And be dispelled by the gentle wind.
Only stones can argue with him
Fire and smoke.
Diverse -
Tough and beautiful.

Cut the ground shadows of birds.
Under his feet the berries of the face.
It flows in white fog
Past cones of spruce, ripe
Familiar herbs
It is enough for him to know the laws.
Doesn’t like only sharp objects,
His Earth is still flat.