Текст песни Омела - Мельница

The moon swept like bread crumb at dawn
In the wounds of the black shores
On the crust of snow, rays make their way with water
In the bosom of thirsty forests
Without covering my eye, I breathe in the hot light
Celestial blue
In passing along the river, the ice tore all my thoughts
From a restless head

A warm silk roll on his palms baked
Day from the grains of the spring
Move, and rage blood will sprinkle away like a bird
To patchwork meadows
Do not go along the banks: viscous sunny jelly
Flooded all roads
What is singing in my soul? Is it joy or pain
At the limit of my strength?

Take the light through the pores of the birch bark and drink at once,
That rages inside the branches
And, waving at everything, fly down the cliff
Into a broken stream
On the border of two heavens through river mirrors
I look into my eyes ...
How to leave it all? Where to walk my spring?
Where to look for me then?

I do not know the path, and the paths are all a ball
Until now, here and there ...
On the muddy winds, I divide everything in my soul
Pain and joy in half
And at the dashing mill, on the border of two heavens
Soon I have an answer
Just one drop to know how to be with me, a madman,
What in the end is the spring to decide ...