Текст песни Who Dies In Siberian Slush - Завещание Гумилёва

Fascinated by the temptations of life
I don't want to melt in the gloom
I do not want to return to my homeland,
To the dormant dead earth.

Let high on pink moisture
The party of the driven lakes
Young and strict magicians
Cypress folded bonfire.

And obediently, bending down, they will put
On him is my wrapped corpse,
So that I looked from the last bed
With a hidden grin of lips.

And when the glow touches a little
Dark gold marble pier,
Let the brooding torch drop
Incense of flaming resins.

And the flute will sadden the silence,
And the silver gong will roar
And the hour when they tremble and sail
Flaming mourning raft.

Like a demon in a forest of magic
My being will flare up again
From painful red kisses
My body will stir.

And for now to the void or paradise
The unworthy won't leave me
I set sail one more time
The entrancing life of fire.