Текст песни Butterfly Temple - Двенадцать созвездий

S.Avanesov / V.Ostrikov / N.Korshunov
A A.Semenov
Twelve constellations came together,
Giving me a wonderful pattern,
Plexus stars, fog cover,
Dancing in the sky fire
Shimmer rays horizon disappears
The fog obscures the eye,
Withered bed lights glow,
I do not hear people heaven!
Is carried away by the time the wind,
From the past there is no trace,
The fire flared up - the flames of dawn
Goes off in the breath of ice
Shrouded in smoke, covered with ashes
Cliffs cliffs
Do not voiced song carried away to the sky,
And the smoke of funeral pyres
Twelve constellations - the heavenly signs,
Blurs the line worlds
Fire shoots out and perpetual fears
Get out of the memory of dreams
Lights went out and obscures the night
On the ground cover of ice,
Campfires flicker dim reflection
And the death of the fog over the water
Do not fall down dew on the ashes
Wounds fresh wash,
Do not whisk fatigue wind
The dead ashes not revive
Scorched earth, cooled,
Cold, dead meadows
Lick exhausted hid
The white shroud clouds
Last morning, amid the smoke, fog -
Not already heard voices
Twelve constellations - the great Mara
Rejoices in the blink of fires!