Текст песни Волар Будха - Растаять - 1994

Where the wind rips sleeping leaves, silver willow,
Where we must humbly say goodbye, Rusk, forgiving.
And as an actress melt hobbies like ghostly snow
Their actions feelings and thoughts, leaving in their sleep.

Everything is just a ghostly dance on the roof and I was his shadow,
You see, the smoke rises higher than passing day.
Day, which was not at all, was only a night,
The smoke, which does not cry, does not ask, can not help.

And only the wind rips sleeping leaves, silver willow,
Only need to humbly say goodbye, Rusk forgiven.
And melt as the hobby of actress as ghostly snow
Their actions, feelings and thoughts, leaving in their sleep.
 
And leave as an actress hobbies like ghostly snow
Their actions, feelings and thoughts and stories in a dream.
                                                                    1994.