Текст песни Intra Spelaeum - Лик Весны

Through the darkness of the trees pain flows,
At stumps slides, caressing dreams.
In the arms of clouds moon asleep,
Turns off the face of the spring.

Touches shoulders cold breath,
Clothes casts night
Through the pores will carry the fire
Pain that there is no force to overcome
Simply go away!

The soul will fly, holding the wings of birds,
Leaving the shadow of the gray ashes.
No black rooms or wide-open prisons
Do not remember the sight of white eyelashes.

Cutting palm and accept light
Skin Feel the air
In the valley of sleep you wake up
Not reaching a height

Smahnesh haze from his eyes with his hand
And vytresh brow dry wrist
Knees again will forge chills
But you are obsessed with fire bad weather