Текст песни Елена Войнаровская - Присутствие

I want to see what is hidden by the Mol
Cut signs through dask glass
Among the storms of sandy I'm looking for your mark,
It flashes, then melting a vague silhouette

In the dusty air slowly moving the invisible caravan,
Under the legs a little heard peasants, sings the sandy ocean

Or this wind suddenly touched the strings,
Or that was a quiet voice of ancient dunes,
Or I dreamed in a hot emptiness,
That I touched the edge of your clothes

Millions of stars over Saharo
In the rustle of the winds
Heard in gray vegans
Quiet sound of your steps ...