Текст песни Сирин - Стикс

CLOVA and MUSIC Grigory Viner

In the networks of shaggy silence, the sound was hampered,
Fucked by a butterfly and disappeared in depth.
Sometimes I am won by touching hands,
But I'm sure: no one does not have anyone.

I see in silence, I hear through the fog
Unclear shore in the distance and gloss of water.
Flickering white circle: the moon is burning,
And everything around was covered with a thick lilac smoke.

There is no lading and wind is not. Water is dead.
I do not understand how I was here.
In my hands paddle, and in the hair - grass,
And I'm so lung myself, and I am clear all.

I swim from the fog, and away
Strip sky starts blue.
Gray gods with beards to the ground
Sing and dance, and call me to yourself.

10.12.94 - 17.01.2000.