Текст песни Дмитрий Мережковский - Дети Ночи

CHILDREN OF NIGHT

Fixing our eyes
To the paling east
Children of sorrow, children of the night
We are waiting for our prophet to come.
We smell the unknown
And, with trust in the hearts,
When we die, we yearn
About the non-created worlds.
Our speeches are bold
But condemned to death
Forerunners too early
Spring is too slow.
Buried sunday
And in the midst of darkness
Rooster night singing,
The chill of the morning is us.
Our hymns are our groans;
We are for a new beauty
We break all the laws
Transgress all traits.
We are the temptation of the unsatisfied
We are the laughing stock of people
Spark in the ashes of the offended
And extinct altars.
We are above the abyss of the step
Children of darkness, the sun is waiting
We will see the light and like shadows
We will die in the rays of it.