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- Описание
- yet another translation of yet another great Helawisa and The Mill tune
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- sunset has spread like a cross over the planes of peak of dreams
you tied grasses into a knot and weaved a lock of my hair right in
you sent to strangers' dreams mad vision of that country's scenes
where days are bright from starry gleams!
i will call you Master of the Mountain Trails,
who has said that snow is cold?
i will go through thresholds, crossroads and passes
and the rocky rivers' waterfalls
i'm leaving in the steps of those who did not know what means 'fear'
oh aren't they all with you, who in the mounts died and disappeared?
those who found their peace where your hand rules winds
on verge of bright dawn's sphere
i will call you Master of the Mountain Trails,
see the clouds' packs circle skies before storm
our blood flows into sand, so forget it
and it will grow through as a vine so tight and strong
i so wanted to stay here with you,
i already braved the wreath
crystal pain smells of snow and dew
is it distance, height or death?
let the chains of my traces be covered in rimes
so that no one can ever find them
who will now read your name under ice
Master of the Mountain Trails?..