Текст песни Pulsatrix - Locked inside Nietzsche

Chagall pilgrim on the path
In the silence of the night,
And the world is poured drop by drop into the depths
His soul:
And this hill, and the log,
And turn
With him, he in a way, still unknown, take.
Suddenly he heard a bird singing near:
"Ah, a bird that for an obsession?
Why do you sing so sweetly,
That by itself is slow step
And in my heart there is no more rest?
What did you sing with such
Love and such anguish? "

But Bird said in response:
"No, stranger, no,
Neither my greetings to you,
Neither this song.
It is that wonderful night.
And your inheritance - always go
And to be on the road,
But my song
You do not carry with them.
As soon fade away in the distance the sound of your steps,
As I tighten the song again
And I will sing until the Rani.
Farewell then, a lone wanderer! "