Текст песни отец Геннадий. Странник 7 - 5 Пейзаж

I went to the gloomy light of the moon , scattering the sky ,
Mist beyond the river side with spilled milk.
In the shadow of the cold half-light flickered oddly ,
Like summer snow fell all bewitched .
But no, foliage random noise in the night breeze ,
Fire sparks flying and smoke flowing .
Passed the storm , left sadness, and will again be quiet .
You're throwing a shawl before going to bed , shut up in prayer .