Текст песни Невидь - Хохот мертвого шамана

Cold Beach, fog and rain,
Traces of eclipses, whining cry a river ...
Do not go to the beasts, all the trails overgrown.
The combustible stone and gray sand

Beach dream!
Wind howling!
Laughter from the mountains!
It is he!

From drum echo in the polar dumbness,
Blizzard laughing, dancing in the dark ...
Before the shadow of the sky, he conjures day!
Crimson Moon, the masters of the mountains!

Laughter wind howling blizzard ringing!
The sleeves of a handful of stars!
Seydi whisper of changing times,
Belated end ...

Anger at the mercy not change!
Cold tears of healing ...
Seydi know when the thread breaks,
He knows a dead shaman!

Beach dream!
Wind howling!
Laughter from the mountains!
It is he!

One foot in the grave,
The other - on a cloud ...
Blood poured into the flames at night,
Shone flashes!

Defying the boundaries of time,
Captivated by lightning!
Circle tearing oblivion
We turned back the time!