Текст песни Лора Провансаль - Альбигойцы

The gray smoke spread from the funeral pyres,
Past the hollow hills, along the empty roads,
On gray plains in anticipation of snow -
Tell me what was your home?

What was our goal among the seething cauldrons
Among the chained bodies, among the prison of the flesh?
We made the wrong door, I didn't want to be here!
Wake up, the veil has been torn:

In the sky
Copper is melted.
This is Death -
Knight in black silks
Conductor
To paradise
Where the psalm is careless
Where at the round table
As Arthur's chivalry, Christ's retinue
by the bowl of wine.


To all who expected more, the Lord will send messengers,
In their hands, like the Grail, a death vial burns,
But if this is the ending - it looks so much like love ...
Can you hear the singing of the winds?
Over the network of white roads, over the fractional knocking of horseshoes
The door of the clouds is open.
So blow your horn over the universal winter,
What was our land!
Over the ashes of our fires.
Take a look around
The messenger is waiting
Conductor
Until the last gate
Where me
will meet
Everyone I loved
Everyone I loved
All whom, like us, he took to heaven
wind...


1993 year