Жертва талого льда [Zhertva talogo l'da] [English translation]

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Жертва талого льда [Zhertva talogo l'da] [English translation]

He sang and his line flowed

sadly, like a black river;

the mirrors were falling into pieces

of faces and patches of reflected light;

And the Time was shaking his head

and flying like a thoughtful owl

above someone, who find his own

way into wise books;

The fire was burning his mouth;

The dry elm of guitar

was glowing in a smell of bonfire

And i heard shouting

A night was slowly going away to prairie

and shade went with her;

He let her go, so

she can't tie his hands;

A tear-the necklace of amber

was sparkling in the light of lamp

like a sunrise

for the silent hall.

He sang like a tear, that is falling down

He sang like a step, but there are no footsteps

He sang, that river

have never held anyone.

The victim of thawed ice...

A move from brotherhood to kinship

before the Christmas;

flowers and ruins of triumph

in cold of December;

and notes converged into one pattern

and in the midnight there came a conductor

and everyone looked at him

and became obedient

He sang- we prayed to him

He sang - we spitted at him

He sang and we didn't know anyone,

who could sing better.

The victim of thawed ice...

Take your fingers away of swan strings,

all the songs are going away in the morning;

lines are gone with the wind

and they are darkling in the sunrise;

Bodies braided in the love;

The most expensive sorts of wine

were baptized by grey-eyed cherub

with lashing.

Hey, you! Delay a New Year!

Show the clocks reverse way!

He sang his song and jumped of the coast on ice

And became imperceptible...

The victim of thawed ice...

He sang and his line flowed

sadly, like a black river;

the mirrors were falling into pieces

of faces and patches of reflected light;

And the Time was shaking his head

and flying like a thoughtful owl

above someone, who find his own

way into wise books;

The fire was burning his mouth;

The dry elm of guitar

was glowing in a smell of bonfire

And i heard shouting...

  • Artist:Splean
  • Album:Коллекционер оружия (1996)
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  • country:Russia
  • Languages:Russian, English
  • Genre:Alternative, Rock
  • Official site:http://splean.ru
  • Wiki:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Splean
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