Текст песни Княжая Пустынь - Путь домой

In dreams I hear a quiet call
People of abandoned temple,
Which brown stems scars
Start from spring to cold ...

Herbs washed by dew
Meek fogs
Drink endless peace
New day ...
And forgotten bones
Old Kurgans
Some songs are seen,
Memory storing.

And hourly waiting for home
Forgotten edge of those who went in the dawn,
Who left their opposition
Hurry for a ghostly dream ...

Wind pegs foliage
Sleepy tags.
Knowing the busty of blue
Sky pouring light.
In threads of forgotten roads
In stormy thresholds
Wheels of time is timed
Last footprint.

Will be a year or century,
And again the gods will touch the feet,
Lugov prostapting trails
In the forgotten edge from afar ...