Текст песни Anima Sola - Ведьмина колыбельная - 20.07.2008г.

Where there is a shadow in the meadows,
I will go at a frightening hour,
frozen under the cover of dawn.

I will gather dew in my palm
with blue silk of cold grass
flooded with waves of moonlight.

Again I hang on the neck I thread -
beads will drain to my chest.
Lon of the forest moss-covered mulberry -
in the dead thicket descends the path.

Sweet and quiet dreamlike dream,
The relics of old trees rise -
darkness of impenetrable warm silhouettes.

The milky mist crept into the cradle,
gently shakes the breath of the wind,
my body is warmed by moths.

The sky is powdered with a scattering of stars,
Through the web of branches the light is pouring down
I decrease, I'm lost in the grass
I melt down the dewdrop ... and here - I do not.

Thoughts glide over the bark and foliage
In the shadow of the meadows,
Those that blinked night.

Bells trumpet into his invisible horn
With the last breath of his silence,
He pulls the veil from the sky.

I'm back in the dusk of dreams,
Dexterously grab tight rays ..
Do you remember our dance with the fog in the night?
I'm a witch ... just do not talk about it!
20.07.2008.