Текст песни Butterfly Temple - Мгновение Свободы

on thresholds
Waves lash strenozhat steppe ,
Combs -rock
Scratching their mane in the Dnieper.
Sleeping on the waves
The shadow of the heavenly tent

Sleep - podranok death Mara ,
Voice of the wind in the leaves moon
It is easier to track bird flocks ,
further
Rebellious thoughts .
Most- hand on the Beach
Next Star aqueous foam

With the last breath void
Rises from a seed of hope
And I touched his hand traces ,
Forgotten prophetic god before

Step up to the road, which is growing without a threshold
Not knowing the beginning, as the tree - roots
Step up the road from fear to God
Her name - freedom, and I go to it

Her hands are full of wind ,
Of alarms - veil .
Behind his back, like a wave
Huddle to the shore of the year

In that , there is no death in Coy -
With her simple answer
At the hour when colorless
Become white light

Know nothing about the world
Hug grass winds
Dance in the river fires
In every heart to see Irij

Thinner than a hair Bridge I
Reveal see in reflection.
World of wins and losses
Like a shadow at noon increases

The moment I become
Lock bird flocks ,
Sheath for lightning
Stirrup creek
Rainbow horseshoe :
Name without Words -
Whom I have always been

on thresholds
Waves lash strenozhat steppe ,
Scratching their mane in the Dnieper
Combs - rock.
disturbs sleep
Tremors uninvited am

The world was like a fairy tale god
Burden that does not take into the house of death -
For the sake of the freedom of instant
In ancient dance as bride
For the sake of the freedom of instant
In ancient dance as bride