Текст песни Butterfly Temple - Обо-Ра-Тень

Where the sun grows cold edge and off the spell of the day ,
Ward gives me the moon !
Stringing smoke on poroh- mold moss,
Flickering sparks of water .
Air dance in the evening clouds
Shakes the stars on hand.
Where air breathes night dew white trava-
Ward gives me the moon !

And on the streams seeks the thicket light
Water flows quietly secret channel of years ...
Moon sorrow froze on the crowns of wild rocks
Keep forever moon amulet grin !
All the power of the wind - the heart of the rocks !
The madness of the storm squall stings !!!

Explode night fire storm,
And the dust plume of water nerve
Vzmetnёtsya wild storm of stars
Touching the edge of the sky !
I dance like a whirlwind zip
Above the gray haze of the night below.
Wing brushing rain canopy
Mark a way morning ...

Already shining morning dew yasnoyu ,
Woke up in the sky bird gentle dawn ...
But the sun grows cold edge and shadow implies there
Which gives the amulet Moon !
Where klyukva- fool evil in ravines as ash,
Scattered the poison bins ...
Where filin- watch scary howling ,
There go my path.
Where air breathes night dew white grass -
There's more amulet Luna !