Текст песни Oligarkh x Pixelord - Вой

Howl the field
To the river silence
I howl in the field,
I will sing in the field
I beg and I pray so
The magic of the night time
Affectionate little mice,
The groves of the prophetic worlds:
Call me forest
I will flash over the water,
I will take off a hoof from the grass
I will light the sky in my braids
And, mighty, barefoot,
I'll run to the river for a swim.

Velemir Khlebnikov, Forest Melancholy, 1919