Текст песни Butterfly Temple - Двенадцать созвездий

S.Avanesov / V.Ostrikov / N.Korshunov
Dm.Semenov

Twelve constellations come together,
Giving me a wonderful pattern,
Plexus stars, fog cover,
Dancing in the sky fire
Twinkling rays horizon disappears
Mist veiled eyes,
Withered bed lights glow,
People do not hear the heavens!

Time blowin in the wind,
From the past and there is no trace,
The fire flared up - the flames of dawn
Goes off in the breath of ice
Shrouded in smoke, covered with ashes
Cliffs cliffs
Not voiced songs are carried to the sky,
And the smoke of funeral pyres

Twelve constellations - the celestial signs,
Blurs the line worlds
Fire beats out and eternal fears
Out of the memory of dreams
Extinguished the light and the night dims
The land of ice cover,
Bonfires reflection dim flicker
And the death of the fog over the water

Subsides dew on ash
Fresh wash wounds,
Do not whisk fatigue wind
Dead ashes not revive
Land burned up, cool down,
Cold, dead meadow,
Lick exhausted hid
In the white shroud of clouds

Last morning, amid the smoke, fog -
Not already heard voices
Twelve constellations - great Mara
Rejoices in the blink of fires!