Текст песни Somnambular Dance - Всадник

The field sighed bitterly, the field sighed loudly,
The fields rushed to the forest to the forest, to the edge itself.
Risked on the hides of the rider with the spirit of the blind, like the sun,
Kon's body clinging as if it was angry.

As if the sky is going on on the field waves,
The field shoots into the sky - and will not find peace.
The rider did not know where the north, and tremble from the wind.
The field was tone in the light - the rider did not see the light.

Rider storm mad through the golden field.
Even under the clear sky, the rider used to the thunderstorm,
And under the lead of the hooves fed to the ground of the ears.
Take lead from the heart - to throw in the sea.

Lightning was burning the heart, eyes and skin.
The rider sparkled pain, the rider sparkled past.
"Here it is, behind his back! Just to break away ... "
He would fight, just with the ghost how to fight?

Sparks clung to the mane - the horse boiled down, whisked.
The rider fell into the corpolation, dissolved in gold.
Rider praying to the field to hide in the roots of Lead -
If there was no voice.
The rider is already the dead.