Текст песни Owl - смерть поэта в Лунном свете

And this dark black night,
A blood red moon,
Calling me to him, to the edge,
To pay me in full.
 
And throw down a black and white wind
My silent body.
And will rock me to hug,
And the sea will hide me safely.
 
Yes, it's death, yes, it is death,
Yes, this is a suicide in the night.
And vmoem heart howls of a tornado,
And then cry or not to cry.
 
The moment of separation from the white vsvetom,
And gorche air at that moment.
One step leash and I'm flying,
One second - I faceless.
 
So no one will notice,
Poet dead in the night.
I'm dying in the moonlight,
And then cry or not to cry.
 
                                                        "Yakamoz - the death of the poet in the moonlight"