Текст песни Инна Желанная - 7-8

That I - the soul of a dungeon ,
Whether the prisoner herself ?
I looked under the eyelashes -
And neither heart nor mind .

And already fly higher
Spears marksman ,
And the gray roofs
Not affected by clouds .

Tell fortunes over the candles ,
Shadow calm catching .
It begins first
Song of my submissive .

* Storm sky mist conceals ,
Swirls of snow twisting ,
So , like a beast , it howl ,
That cry , like a child .

* Or any other suitable
poem

Tell fortunes over the candles ,
Shadow calm catching .
It begins first
Song of my submissive .