Текст песни Пиккардийская терция - Пустельник

There is a desert shore in the world,
A hermit named my name lives there.
Sedges and willows do not make noise on the shore,
Burned and dead stone ground.

Refrain:
He has that hermitage of stone,
A bed of stone, a candle of stone,
The wings of the stone have grown roots
To a faded faded dream.

I don't know who you are, death or resurrection,
I don't know what you brought me.
Touch the view to the stones,
Maybe my songs will bloom from it.

Refrain