Текст песни Элхэ Ниэннах - Один меч против неба

When the steppe feather grass is burning,
When the heart is broken into dust,
The soul is reflected in the mirrors,
Under the fingers melted glass ice,
When salts show on their lips,
When a crazy king dances,
And the word "dream" is like a "groan," -
Stop on the edge of time!
Between Darkness and Light,
Between "was" and "was not",
Between "life" and "fiction" ...
One sword against the sky.

As long as ships sail,
While "praying" does not mean "praying",
And the sunrise did not splash in the blood,
And the blue sky - and there is no death,
While fate did not close the ring,
Until the horizon hit the face,
And the day causes you to fight, -
Stop, remain yourself!
Between Darkness and Light,
Between "was" and "was not",
Between "life" and "fiction" ...
One sword against the sky.

Here is the root and heath in my hands,
Here is the whistle of the arrow and the click of the trigger,
Here is the sacrament of bread and the bitterness of wine,
There are many truths - but the truth is one,
Here is the word and the blood sprouting grass,
Here is the sky - a dome over your head,
Here is a brief moment between "aiming" and "pli",
Here you stand on the edge of the earth!
Between Darkness and Light,
Between "was" and "was not",
Between "life" and "fiction" ...
One sword against the sky.