Текст песни Песни Алой Книги - Я сидел у камина...

I sat by the fire and thought that he had met on the road of his,
Oh honey meadows moth on the flower and the cool summer branches.
On a gray cobweb and yellow leaves that fall haze tremble,
On the silver sun, the breeze in your hair and on herbs that are in the field.

I sat by the fire and thought about how the world will be in that hour,
When winter comes without a spring and finds some of us,
But do not count around so many things that I did not have to see
Loves each forest each new spring in its own green.

I sat by the fire and thought of those ancient people who had gone for a long time,
And the people that come into the world of the future, which we can not know,
But as I sat there, remembering of the past, peaceful and violent days
I heard a family moves outside the window, and my friend appeared in the doorway ...