Текст песни Ephe - я...

In a fog full of holes
I dropped seeds from my palm,
And I sprouted nearby.
I am herbs. I forest. I am the field.

To you with a many-armed tree
She pulled her right hands into the fog.
They made nests for me in the womb.
I am the leaves. I am quiet. I am birds.

Along the moody winding paths
She followed on animal paws.
Mist splashed in the womb.
I am the shadows. I am sound. I am the smell.

At the junction of worlds in the palace
I opened the doors for you.
And if your way is from the east,
I am the west. I am south. I am north.

Wandering in a veil of separation -
In a fog full of holes,
Hold your hand with your hand.
I am a wind. I'm here. I'm near.

text by Yulia Economova