Lyrics Александр Фолк Лякишев - Вереск и Туман

Arrow-winds,
Snow-ash
At night I
Ways-tapes.
In the leaves of oak I
I slept with death white,
Yes showered and shined
The dawn ...

I fell in the palm of my hand
Meltwater,
Yes, my mother is the Earth
Kutala in the night I,
Snow scattered,
Hair gray
They fought, like in a fire,
Called in sublime.

Where the horizon is,
Where your fire is
Sleeps in the cradle with a sleepy owl,
There, under the tambourine, a shaman dances on a hill,
The heather and the fog are crying and singing ...