( Music by Kirill Kasatkin, Kirill Nikeev, Lyrics by Kirill Nikeev )
By the edge of sunset The eternal peace of the sky Shines as a gold coin dreaming at the dusk. The cold wind beyond the river Rustles the wild herbs of the spring. The day is dying in the bloody light.
Somewhere
Far, Far beyond the invisible line The moon is concealed by the walls of the firs And reflecting in the brown bear's eyes The light of the moon turns the stars into dust.
By the ancient oathes Let my spirit ride with the wind. November starfall flows as stardust from the eyes Of the dead people covered by the thawed ground. The silver horses run beyond the dusk.
Somewhere
Far, Far beyond the invisible line The moon is concealed by the walls of the firs And reflecting in the brown bear's eyes The light of the moon turns the stars into dust.
The sabers' clank has filled the springtime's body. The cloak made of ash, the bloody cry of the death. And the wolfs' troop fights the hounds' gang. The horizon's draft is struck out by the blood. Far beyond the gloomy fields of ash Away from the rainy roads tied in a bundle I shall follow the white winds of freedom I shall ride and ascend to the moon's threshold.
Far, Far beyond the invisible line The moon is concealed by the walls of the firs And reflecting in the brown bear's eyes The light of the moon turns the stars into dust.
Oh my endless path, oh my endless ice, oh my endless smoke The dream of the pallid maple concealed the blot on the paper sky The steel cools my inner gaze, I forgot your face in the gloomy dusk The crowds of the birds unseen guard the faceless dust of the burned-out days.
If you are frozenhaving passed through the lie You'll find a path before the sunrise The path to the land where the moonhaven ships Have torn the bloody sunset from the land.
The path to the land where the life-water wells Sleep being covered by the oaken leaves. The fogs cry without tears and words Having enchanted the wizardly moss.
And having dropped down a blood-stained knife You will discover a sky in your soul Having thrown down the grey fog of the past Under the hoofs of the horse of your life.
Far, far beyond the invisible line Sprinkle the ash on a burial ground Turn into the primary matter of dreams Follow beyond the invisible spring.