Текст песни Ториэль - Самайн

Samhain

Circle in a dance
Autumn witch
Sing, bewitch.
Preparation
Flight time:
From apples to prophetic dreams -
You collected everything
And the candles have been burning for a long time;

Reflection of fire
Now visible everywhere.
Ringing a tambourine,
Call the guests loudly.
With warm blood
Watered to their fill
The perfume will open
All that they ask about.

The moon gives
Icy blue dreams.
The bowl is full:
Mint, ginger, wormwood.
Bowl higher
Raise the glass to heaven.
The ghosts will lick
Those drops that drain from the lips.

Today Samhain
Drizzle pleases
Screams of flocks.
An extraordinary splash.
Soon the carapace
Their palaces will be covered with ice.
Let them frolic
As long as the water is alive.

The bang shi is crying
Somewhere over the lake.
Wind from the peaks
Seems pink.
In the stellar shadows
Scraps of words hung.
Wild Hunt
The din and roar are more and more distinct.

Full moon
The eye of the eye is blind.
Long days
Those who do not sleep at night.
The forest is impassable
Will reveal many secrets.
Autumn holiday
The last of the year is Samhain.