Текст песни Башня Rowan - бузина

Where I need, there are paths
where I sleep - there are bushes,
where I sleep - elderberry-viburnum
and darker and thicker.
And from which village
I will come from tomorrow -
in fact it doesn't matter
and not scary, and not stressful.

Without leaving home,
I rush after the fire of my acquaintances.
He looms ahead, cries,
I've been attracted to them for a long time.
And naughty lips
I catch the holy flame
it is not given into the hands,
beats between fingers and disappears.

There is such a potion
that then all life is a hangover
who will sip it once -
will ruin his lips forever.
lips will beg for fire,
lips will catch fire,
burning especially -
and I don't like drinking otherwise.

I don't grieve anymore
that my home is not a home, but more.
That elderberry-viburnum right
from the floor stretches further.
I would grieve that time is melting
and I'm getting lost in the elder
behind a wandering light,
that looms in the darkness of the elder.