Текст песни Ториэль - Прелюдия

And the poplars go away
but their trace of the lake is bright.

And the poplars go away
but we are left with the wind.

And the wind will be silent at night
dressed in black crepe.

But the wind will leave an echo
floating down the rivers.

And the world of fireflies will flood -
and the past will drown in it.

And a tiny heart
will open in the palm of your hand.

poetry - F.G. Lorca
Translated by A. Geleskul