Текст песни Пикардийская терция - Пустельник. Кам'яна елегiя

HERMIT

There are in the world this deserted beach ,
There lives a hermit with my name .
Do not make noise on the banks of reeds and willow ,
Scorched earth and stone dead .

Have of hermit house of stone,
The bed of stone , stone candle ,
Wings stone rooted roots
By zakamenevshemu faded dream .

I do not know who you are , death, resurrection, il ,
I do not know what you brought me.
Touch to view the stones ,
Maybe one of my songs you will blossom .