Текст песни Бард Мафусаил - Походкой лёгкой

Easy gait by temporal firmament
I walk , raising his gray dust ;
and confused right now I think about death ,
More of my profit to break through ?

And I sense a white body
ink blot drop shadow :
to worms in the grave I have not eaten ,
like an old , overgrown stump mushrooms ?

Why not say it will be difficult
the blind to see the star sky
and tram almost deserted ,
quietly asleep , die ?