Текст песни Stigmata - Cold stream our hopes, which forever will melt ice

Spilling on heaps of rocks,
It is useless flows forward
Burning granite
In a mouth greedy swallows of an ice

Cold stream
Our hopes,
Which forever
Will melt ice

Not concerning
Openwork smooth surface of water
It has thawn
Easy whisper of silence

Fog стелется on stones,
Closing the heavenly arch
Kisses giving the ground,
Turns to a fragile ice

Cold stream
Our hopes,
Which forever
Will melt ice

Not concerning
Openwork smooth surface of water
It has thawn
Easy whisper of silence

Time runs,
And it each time
Heats an ice
In our hearts

Not concerning
Openwork smooth surface of water
It has thawn
Easy whisper of silence