Текст песни Нимриэль - Ее проклятый дом

Her damn house stands high
Blown by the wind, misfortune and fate.
Her thoughts have no sleep, and peace is far away
Time flows past as an endless river.
She erased the years and days from her memory
She was left with only books and the forest outside the window,
And other people's fires are burning out in the distance,
Bypassing all the damned house.
His white ship was lost long ago
Carried away by the winds to foreign shores.
It's cold in his room, he looks out the window -
There are only narrow streets, stomp and din.
He wanders through the halls of his days
Forgotten names and faces without names.
He would like not to see, not to hear people,
It seems to him that the dream will end soon.
Alas, their paths will never converge.
He will wake up one day, falling asleep forever.
Her body will melt like a star in the morning
Her damn house will be destroyed for years.
They are both just shadows in the midst of vanity
Sadness won't touch them, they are both empty
Life passed them by without noticing their faces
Without writing names in the white marble pages.