Butterfly Temple : Grandfathers

Pagan Folk / Russia
(2009 - Self-Released)
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1. GRANDFATHERS

Do not ask for forgiveness. Black pile of herbs
Under the snow forever. Wind-freeze
Hugs the shoulders of a temper
From the well of the heart with spring water
Spill Fall freestyle soul
You're it without lyrics never met

Winter - a night-temnushku, fairy-cakes zimodremushku I met
Spring-fret mother, Colo-rada ptashechku washed its water of I
Fire-summer Awesome fires, fires conducted - after cooed
Fall-grusen met, gloomy, cheerless - bitterly I wept
Autumn lay his hand on the heads of our ancestors

On the purple to the mowing silver frost gray -
Wisdom cover
On the high walls of pine needles imagining grin
Valor Ages
Burn Languages ​​water. Lihomanets round-whirl
Bala murk
In memory pool shed fire, seeing dead and alive
In the eternal path

Lead hand - acute powder snow
Polosnet the heart with fresh wind from the river
And hug the shoulders of a temper
Gush from the well of the heart the memory of words
Sensitive knees on a scarf of snow
Fall Meet this song

Winter - chilled ldyshechku regaled pyshechkoy, on a visit in the Spring in the sled used to take
Spring - vesnushechki nose, eyes hohotushechki everything from birch Sap gave to drink
Summer is bathed in sparks tumbled - at the dawn of its spent
In the hall autumn met, was chilly and windy - and then I cried ...

Autumn lay his hand on the heads of our ancestors
Patting gently, returning us to the silence
Leads us to the wisdom of the source
Road winding to the east
And the outgoing right in Navi gloom

Road!
Autumn rain - the last journey ...
Shielding drizzle sky ... Silent tears
Drown the heart in the chest ...

Downpour! Rest their souls ...

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