Текст песни Ториэль - Елисейские поля

On the Elysees on the fields
Flower diligently asphodel,
Pale, like a young lick of the moon,
Gentle and devally clean.
Don't worry dead dust
Tunes joyful swirls,
Does not touch the local silence
Ringing bells empty.

Blessed Islands ...
The year is rushed, clamped.
And the boat completes the path.
Heroes fallen, here!
Such a juicy grass
Here gousts the land rustles!
You can fall asleep to it -
And never wake up.

On the dress of the Mrs.
Shorten the stones of the dungeons,
Opal and onyx here and there
Be the power depth
Wreath on hair lies,
And thin smell of asphodle
It flows over her heels,
Like a loop or sleep.

River oblivion in the MGL
Quickly splashing wave.
Any grief cool down
Capable dark water.
You will take care of the earth,
And you do not remember the past
Shadows pale wander
You will always be in Aida.