Кедровые своды в шершавой коре
Узоры чащобы невольно пугают:
Рысь промелькнёт в пасмурный лес,
Дымчатый филин глазами сверкает
В сумерках ярких черная тень
Идёт по камням, иглы ласкает,
С собой зазовёт вдоль зарослей стен
Стоит войти - и всё исчезает
Кроны грохочут, ветер свистит,
Кусты словно руки тянут ветки, зовут
Гляди - перелесье, на нём Ведьмин Круг:
Зайди и усни, закончи свой путь
И все краски блекнут в ночи
Но загорается свет
И ты без памяти - чист
Становишься прислугой ведьм
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English translation:
The cedar arches dressed in rugged bark
The thicket weaves are unwillingly scary
A lynx would flicker into the misty forest
A smoke-colored eagle-owl sparkling its eyes
A black shadow in the bright twilight
Walks over the stones, caressing the needles
It will call you to follow along the thickets of walls
Once you enter - everything disappears
The crowns are thundering, the wind is whistling
The bushes are stretching out branches, like arms - they are calling
Lo! A meadow, and a fairy ring in the middle of it
Walk in, fall asleep - your path is finished
And all the colors fade in the night
But the light is on
And there you are, without memory - clean
You become a servant for the witches
credits
from Sylvan Coven,
released October 1, 2021
Music & Lyrics by George Gabrielyan
English translation by Vitaliy Bedokur
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