A wrong conclusion
While the country's on fire
You keep tearing people out of their rooms and beds
With a long, seemingly 'liberal' narrative.
'Liberal' from the point of view of the rustic crowd
While the country's on fire
You keep tearing people out of their rooms and beds
With a long, seemingly 'liberal' narrative.
'Liberal' from the point of view of the rustic crowd
The messenger of gods,
With steps so light,
She is courageous, tender, wise, polite,
She is a songs, as lights as feathers are
Covering
Emotions
Lightly
Enduring
The spring comes
Like a flow of water,
Like a row of trees
With green buds,
Tell me if you still wait for me there,
For my absence was a scar on your face,
The broken strings of your harp.
Do you feel home, cut from the others
My breath
Carves symbols in the air
Which only the priests
Can see.
Лілея - знак живої чистоти,
І дивних снів розпечене багаття,
Лілея - хід німої простоти,
І на землі та у воді латаття.