The sun has hid above the clouds of our dreary thoughts As heavy burden on our shoulders the hundred-faced beholds – Its rain with many eyes… of loss and pain, with hopeless grin He's of our tears, as God's dew, crying on unredeemed Sin…
Mayhap this’ our last Day on this easeful earth How lived our reckless lives? Do we have done the mirth And jests to leave the us in memory of breed? Or may we die in guise of superfluous weed...
We fly to the havens of our Sour lives where we wither away …At last We die at the marge of our Rivers where our dreams are declined Ever woe I…
Мы прожигаем нашу жизнь в страстях бесплодных и бездумных, Сжигая под собой мосты, кружа со Смертью вальс безумный… И в час, когда увидев Свет – мы скажем миру «не тревожься, Мы лишь песчинка в мире снов, не станет нас – ты улыбнёшься, И с новой силой в жизнь ворвёшься!»
Trees wilted our souls, thwart, somber and dismayed Frost snow buried bones, and we turned pitchy gray Life’s fleeting and the end is near at our weakest hands We all shall find the holt in asphodel-filled lands
We are sinned We are skinned We are dead For the day of ever dread We were sunned We were funned We were brave But we’re now in earthen grave
Mayhap this’ our last Day on this easeful earth How lived our reckless lives? Do we have done the mirth... And jests to leave the us in memory of breed? Or may we die in guise of superfluous weed...
What we need? Lover’s mead? Grace of Gods? Or the new spring comes? New spring comes…