Текст песни Остролист - Кольцо Пилигрима

On the ring of a lonely wanderer,
Sitting in the shadow of olives,
Reflected the sufferer of the exile,
Extluous hopes overflow.
Where the joy is closed
With cold ruby separation,
There was a drop from the stone of the junk,
As pain from frantic flour,
To feel cleaner humility
In the eponym
And tried to find an approval
In the desert, the god missing.