Текст песни Константин Бальмонт - Молитва к Луне

PRAYER TO THE MOON

Oh, Moon, you who rose yellow and smoky above us,
Silver after her eternally conjuring circle,
You give birth to those sounds that we hear with our eyes.
Be my friend.

I am one of your faithful, of lovers, of pale-faced love,
I lost my friend beyond the deserts,
Somewhere out there, somewhere out there. You are her on foggy borders
Don't leave.

We are now under you. We wander and pray in rosy.
Light my ringing call in her with the spell of light.
Bring her in. Oh, hurry! Until it's too late.
Help.

Voice: Elya Kirillova