Текст песни Мастер - Танец

The wet body swirled in the fog
Stepping on the ice, stepping on the flame
Touching the ice howled, trying
To drag the ringing secret into your belly.

Nine rings spawned a hoop of the moon,
Number ten created a silver cobra
She pushed the plates with her tongue
The darkness and stubbornness of the primary world.

From creation to destruction
From generation to generation,
Children are dancing
The plants are dancing
The winds are dancing
In the sky,
At your fingertips.

Slippery creatures crawled out from under my feet,
Hearing the hum, they disappeared at the same moment,
From under him, like sparks, birds flew up,
To fall and look into the world through the eyes of a fox ...

In the beginning there was a dance.