Текст песни Asai - Страна Полыни

Rain pouring from the sky, and I'm waiting for the snow
I'm tired of living with you, under this sky
Let me go home to the Land of wormwood
Where to fly above the earth my faithful Sirin
Let me go home to steppe poppies
Let go of the pen so leave a sheet of paper
With his head in silence celestial blue
Let me alone in the Land of wormwood
With the black sky storm gray Scythians
I lie under way and will be quiet
Like beads knit stitch word yes
Painted lace, yes dash point
The wind will sing songs like the Loch sadness
And the hair tight copper shed streams
There will be hands hugging wet clay
I will be on the lips kiss his innocence
I have a look in the mirror I Damascus steel
There slanting eyes, and my brother Cain
And the arrow in flight catching hand
Fall into oblivion-grass and calm down
I give birth to small children, small-less
From the good of the people men and women
And to stupor in love with his slave
And I pray to the gods for the happiness of Wormwood