Текст песни Тайны Затмения - Колокол

I
A drop in the beard of bitter gray hair.
Grass on the lips, and peace of mind in the soul.
An old monk on the barefoot field
I ran to kiss morning dew.
Hugging sprouts of wrinkles
As if every color was like a son to him.
He became dumbfounded, a handful of earth into a fist, -
Among the living grass, dried poppy grew.

Chorus:
Bell hit the cloud
Hit the cloud with rain!
Bell, let the crows hear
Crows will hear thunder.

II
Why didn’t you find water, dear?
Where the keys beat and the gardens bloom
Burning dew juicy fruit.
What are you doing! Oh, how are you!
Cassock in half, tears in his eyes.
The monk shouted into the sky, which is strength.
Cosmas in the wind, hands to heaven
Lips on the cross, and on the poppy cross.

Chorus.

III
A drop on a leaf wonder rain hung
Top straight down, and damp earth.
A monk got up from his knees, painted veins on his forehead,
He smiled: “Poppy is me!”

Chorus.