Текст песни Молот ветров - Древо новой веры

Breaking the shackles of reality,
I get in another world:
Here, reality does not rule over me -
I myself - a servant, and myself - my God.
And in anticipation of splits
On the small pieces I have.
Father you are old, you drown in pain,
And I want to kill you.

And I stand rooted to the sky.
Chart of the new faith - the tree of a new day!
But only one: in anticipation of the dawn -
I - it's me, it's me.

Where you can plunge into the happiness
And perish in the maelstrom with his head,
Where you can ascend to heaven
And plunge over the brink of the Worlds,
But I leave here I do not need:
Neutral and the new God,
I dissolve in the universe,
Now I'm ready for it.
   
And I stand rooted to the sky.
Chart of the new faith - the tree of a new day!
But only one: in anticipation of the dawn -
I - it's me, it's me.