Текст песни Сон Альта - Двейя

Anger tore the offense to pieces,
The soul of a dying day
Grief stained with a stone.
Gave and dying fire.

She scattered feelings like a whirlwind
Carried into a revelry of dreams.
All that was - everything was collected.
For me there is only you!

Oh goddess Dweya - miracle,
Happiness, gifts have arrived.
I'm lucky a fad
This whirling blues.

Elevating gifts for you,
I'm waiting for the purest love I
But only crushing walls
I keep running away from you.

The moment of our meeting is sweet.
The feeling is quivering, important
But we won't be here tonight
Pouring heavenly wine.

I live long - you are omnipotent.
I won't see you now
But maybe outside the picture
I will meet you at the last hour.

Anger tore the offense to pieces,
The soul of a dying day
Grief stained with a stone.
Gave and dying fire.

She scattered feelings like a whirlwind
Carried into a revelry of dreams.
All that was - everything was collected.
For me there is only you!