Текст песни Isa - 19. Эхо

Awakened old sounds,
What slept in winter on kroons -
In the cooling world fell asleep
In the fall in abandoned Norah.

Frowned with moss distant rocks,
In the snow wet and melting casts,
Through the woven, the fogs are picking
The dreams hung on the flame branches!

Through needles and hanging water,
Nest birds flew on the sky
Through the boundless mountains, passages,
From the ground, native voice, echo ...