Текст песни Башня Rowan - Рождество в западно-европейской традиции

Whether our party smoke chuzhedalnih fires
The wind carries from the west or from the south?
We were under reliable but is too deceptive shelter
Comes a snowstorm.
The evening of pure gold through green needles,
As a Catholic view of his crafty cilia,
Silently tempted hushed my soul.
That Christmas. There was - and the glory
God, and candles, and chocolate foil
Shelest soon magi, gold, frankincense and myrrh -
All returns, the wind, the donkey, tree, circles,
Closing, and sublime transcendence,
World crowned. Christmas Wreaths of roses.
Maternal milk barn smells and smoke.
Whether our side the winter wind blew
Catholic Christmas? Well, what with the holiday you ...

25.12.1996