Текст песни Башня Rowan - Красный Самайн

Where I was then,

as a living all this time?

Came my days

grass on the glass.

A pile of leaves flatly

scattered between those

who believe that they

know the truth about me

through the foliage,

 

then that crumbled

with a dazzling mountain ash,

with birch at the window,

and maple over the creek.

Bright flame of fire,

language of unquenchable

the rustle of the leaves is not silent

over my head

every day.

 

Where paint is not here,

where to disappear, but in the autumn!

At the beginning of November

the soul leaves the ground.

Do not touch them winter

whirlwinds carry away the leaves

all metnuvshy into the fire,

all joined in the dance,

leaving ashes.

 

In a whirlwind of flame foliage,

in ogneryzhem fox dance,

in the eternal wanderings sheet

in brown, rdyanom, gold,

making the sign on the road

roofs, towers, cradle ..

When I will fly away,

goodbye Makhno your wing.