Текст песни Элессар - Последний шаг

From wing to wing
Get out of hand
He was almost already able.
From breasts to chest
He almost stretched out
Cutting steel.
Fire burns in his cup -
He has already pronounced everything that the book gave,
And now makes the last jerk.


He endured as many days
He was looking for so many years
Those words that through.
He read his books
Forward and back
Forgetting about dreams.
Fire flames in his cup
In his gray eyes - clouds behind the hill,
He is almost already a bird. He feels pain.


From the wing to the wing to reach the hand
And by raising them, fly home,
Let him barely distinguish between the mountain
White cloud my city.


From wing to wing
Get out of hand
He was almost already able.
On forgotten canvas -
Waiting for day
Turning time.
Fire flames in his cup
All that is said - pain, everything that lived is a dream.
He already makes the last jerk.