Текст песни Anima Sola - Ведьмина колыбельная - 20.07.2008г.

Where there is a shadow on the meadows,
I will go to a frightening hour
Measuring under the cords of dawn.

I will collect in the palm of the dew
With Blue Cold Grass Shelka
Spilled waves of lunar light.

I'll hang on the neck of the thread -
Beads will fire me on the chest.
Lone Forest Suede Mut -
The path goes down in the dead.

Sweet and quietly fabulous sleep,
the relics of old trees come out -
darkness of impenetrable heat silhouettes.

Milky Fog Sweat Cradle,
gently shakes wind breath,
My body was warm by moths.

The sky is frowning stars
Light branches through the web
I decrease, we are lost in the grass
Tasya Rosinku .. And now - I do not.

Thoughts slide on the crust and foliage
In the shade of meadows, threads are buried -
Those that night blades tied.

Called down the pipe in his invisible mountain
Sigh, the last silence,
Pulls over the tip from heaven bedspread.

I return to the greek dusk,
Clearly grab tight rays ..
Do you remember our dance with fog in the night?
Witch I .. Only about it is silent!
07/20/2008