Текст песни Isa - 3. Жатва.Зарево

And after the frozen rivers shouted,
Flocking to the mists in the cooling days!
Winds bequeathed the horizons of sorrow,
Mosses touched the cold cheek ...

Suga covers the mirror surface
And in flashes of rustle beating hearts!
Drop the last drops of sunset
Wounded crane, numb, beats wings ...

And at night the dank yellow steppes -
Flicker, glare of ringing dew!
Beats month sting white stinging whip,
And ashes are fed, sparking, bonfires ...

Soul as if poured into a dark puddle
With the fate of a yellowed leaf in the harvest,
Erasing yourself with breaths greedy in a cold,
Having become humid air, looking to heaven ...