And many a moon shall rise...
...and lead me into the cold embrace of the night
Here we drown in our grief, drown in an absence of light
Here is no shelter, no escape from our heart,
Entwined in this tragic embrace I fear and bemourn to depart
When the shadows fall,
And the sun sets in us all
Just silent hopes remain and the aching grief that grows
Into a bottomless vale I fall –
O, I give myself away... Away, far away,
To this dim and misty place
My heart reflects the night...
Languid moonshine, I bath my skin in thee
O, may thy beauty be revealed in me
Silent winds, whisper to me
Thy songs of solitude and joy
..И много лун взойдёт...
...И отведут они меня в холодные объятья ночи,
Где мы утонем в нашем горе,
Растаем в недостатке света.
Здесь нет приюта; не бежать от наших душ,
Сплетаясь в этих трагических объятьях,
Я боюсь и скорблю в разлуке.
Когда опускаются тени,
И солнце заходит в каждом из нас...
Остались только тихие надежды
И острая тоска, что всё сильней,
Я падаю в бездонную равнину –
Я уношу себя отсюда прочь...
Прочь! Далеко отсюда!
В окутанное туманом место,
Где моё сердце отражает ночь...
О, томное сияние луны, тобой омыта моя кожа.
Быть может красота откроется во мне?
Тихие ветра, шепчут мне,
Песни одиночества и радости...
And many a moon shall rise ...
... and lead me into the cold embrace of the night
Here we drown in our grief, drown in an absence of light
Here is no shelter, no escape from our heart,
Entwined in this tragic embrace I fear and bemourn to depart
When the shadows fall,
And the sun sets in us all
Just silent hopes remain and the aching grief that grows
Into a bottomless vale I fall -
O, I give myself away ... Away, far away,
To this dim and misty place
My heart reflects the night ...
Languid moonshine, I bath my skin in thee
O, may thy beauty be revealed in me
Silent winds, whisper to me
Thy songs of solitude and joy
..and Many moons will rise ...
... And they 'll take me to the cold embrace of the night,
Where we drown in our grief,
Rastan in the lack of light .
There is no shelter ; do not run away from our souls ,
Interwoven in these tragic arms ,
I'm scared and I grieve apart .
When lowered the shade,
And the sun goes down in all of us ...
Only the quiet hope
And the yearning that still stronger
I fall into the bottomless valley -
I am taking myself away from here ...
Away! Far away from here !
In the mist-shrouded place
Where my heart reflects the night ...
Oh, languid glow of the moon, you washed in my skin .
Perhaps beauty opens in me?
Quiet wind whispered to me ,
Songs of loneliness and joy ...
