Текст песни SHAKTI LOKA - Эсхил

you,
woven by the sun of white dreams
and dismissed herself in the wind -
you glide at the beats of the cities -
manual grace,
the dream of poets.

your city has lost the rest of its strength,
froze in a disfigured grimace,
but you don't see it
my little Aeschylus -
breathing - unrestrained,
blind thoughts in fear.

your city
kings,
carnations and tears
burned out last summer,
and you, naive, call him for help
childishly hoping for advice.

do not be sad -
Holy simplicity -
you -
say goodbye.
you
ask
more strength -
to the bird
phoenix apply. -

burn to ashes
you will stir up dust
more than once,
a
lot
thousand
times -
you
so much more in life you will look back -
do not -
do not be sad,
you are welcome
now.