Текст песни Ториэль - Зеркало Богини - 2

Your hands smell like a wormwood smoke,
The dark wind is confused in the hair,
That flew over the wisdoms gray
Where heather pulls dry hands
To the heavens of the fuss and voice of death
So the reinforcement, because other sounds
There are silent to spring.

I do not know where it is, but sometimes
I myself go there autumn night,
And samine surrounds me
Emasculate shower and in the sky
Silver wakes up and bleeding
Poisonous mercury and it's even
Does not look like a lick of the moon.

In flexible folds of black balachon
I have stored bending of ice light,
That from heaven once fell into my palm to me.
Similarly, you sickle covered in folds
Until the last extensions of the distant summer.
We are like you in our habits,
With you we see the same dreams.

Sometimes it seems to me - we are like sisters
Il is one of us - for the other only a shadow. AND,
Probably it is not that simple -
Summing, who we come to each other,
And perhaps we and you - reflects
Some third, that is the outside of the circle
Our gloomy night meetings.