Текст песни Г.Ф.Лавкрафт - Грибы с Юггота - Йинские Сады

Behind that wall , whose age no one considers
     Whose towers overgrown with gray moss ,
     Lay gardens with ornate flowers
     With a flutter of birds and butterflies , and bees.
     There are flocks of herons asleep on ponds
     And the royal lotus blossom ,
     There sonorous streams weave patterns
     Among the trees with bright fruit.

     So I thought , naively believing in dreams ,
     At that time I do not happen to me
     Getting close to the impressive gates
     In that gigantic stone wall .
     And here I am at the wall ... but where is the entrance ?
     You lied to me , dreams ! It is not the goal!