Текст песни Intra Spelaeum - Лик Весны

Through the darkness of the trees pain flows,
By stumps slides, caressing dreams.
In the arms of clouds moon falls asleep,
Turns off the face of the spring.

Touches the cold shoulder sigh,
Clothing casts night
Through the pores will carry fire
Pain that there is no force to overcome
Simply go away!

The soul will fly, holding the wings of birds,
Leaving the shadow on the gray ashes.
Neither black rooms or wide-open prisons
Do not remember the sight of white eyelashes.

Opened his hand and accept the light
Skin Feel the air
In the valley you sleep ochneshsya
Reaching heights

Smahnesh palm haze eye
And vytresh sweat from his forehead dry wrist
Knees again forge chills
But you're obsessed with fire bad weather