Текст песни Цитадель Ветров - Огни святого Эльма

Desert of water
reigns overboard,
And the night lay on his shoulder.
Far beacon
Reminds that,
That we are not in paradise yet.
Us Elma lights
The Holy Keep
On masts, like the shine of a candle
Swallowing only salt,
Not looking back,
We got used to the night ...

Chorus:
The fire flutters,
Like breathing
The Lost
souls of the seas ...
What a heart of a madman
Here is looking for
Among Elma the saint
lights?
One abyss
replace another
On the verge
between death and sleep ...
And as if
In the arms of the storm,
We are in a quiet harbor
let's go ...
And on the shore
They remained -
It's cozy, near the fireplace,
To occasionally only
And their beacons
The ways indicated to us.
Caught the fire
In the fire mantel
And they think - he is submissive!
But only we
Catching lights
Among the darkness and waves!