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- муз. Оконешников, сл. Д.Малов, перевод Н.Соболева
It’s rushing towards the dawn, our time of dreams
Those airy spirits keeping secrets safe from me.
The fragments of feelings, remains of alien lands
But never they`ll be back and this is very sad
Morning brings new dream in dawn,
I’ll quikly rise to the Heaven’s hall
I‘ll break the tethers down,
Remove the cross from my heart
In darkness and silence it arrives to me
The downfall of unknown black realms and phantom kingdoms.
And in this too cold midnight the truth unwinds –
Our world is fragile it may easily be crashed.
The mares disappear, the force of night is weaker