1. PROLOGUE

(Instrumental)


2. HIDDEN BEAUTY

Where the hidden beauty
Doesn't go out
Like a book thousand years
Closed in the ice
In the words far away but close
She came into existance from a great faith
Between old trees
Hiden beauty
Just and measurable
Her brother wolf fang
In fogs
Her house dark grove
Fallen into the depth
Of the snow of oblivion
Like monument
Of human existance
Dies and it resurrects
Leaving burnt eyes
Just like apocalypse
The power of fire
Guarding extraordinary beautiful
Hidden beauty
Blown with forgetting
Of thorn crowns
And human tears


3. THE VOICE OF SPACE

Walking dawn from the fifth floor
I don't look down: there's a call
I cling with both hands
I've got noise in my ears and flames around

I stagger in the street, I feel the ground with my foot
Like a juggler warring an umbrella, I cling tightly tightly
I feel: pavements will step aside, they can crack into clinks
Houses will sway and start crushing me

I'll return trembling. I will look at the glass pames accidentally
Faint trips my legs:
Horizons turn around slowly
Big spaces shout


4. THE FUNERAL

A kerosene lamp was burning dimly,
They carried away on black stairs,
On black wooden stairs,
They were walking, walking, coming down,
They were whispering and telling something,
They were inclining their hands,
Nodding,
They were walking, walking, coming dawn
It was snowing, it was wet
They were wringing their hands.


5. A HAND OF A DEAD

With the rest of strength it raised and stayed
Sticking out from snow, a clenched hand
Only it is visible. A hand without flesh threatens
It throws a curse, it is protrudes, and remembers

It lasts obstinately, pushed with the rest of strength
And you would say, looking at the clenched hand,
That the dead fingers caught something in the air
And closed, to hold it tight

When stiffness leaves from sprig
The palm will open and show its inside
And or new seed will fall on the ground.


6. HIDDEN BEAUTY - THE BEGINNING

(Instrumental)


7. REQUIEM

Soul! Remember about them,
Soul! Remember about the dead!

Look, like they float
Around you trembling, left
And in the glowing warmth,
Which will blow the poor's love,
they can breathe freely and warm up
And enjoy their lives for the last time
Which stops burning.

Soul! Remember about them,
Soul! Remember about the dead!

Look, like they float
Around you trembling, left
And as you clam up chilling
They stiffen inside and grow numb
Then, the night's gale takes them
The gale that they resisted cuddled
It chases them through endless wilderness
Where there's no life
There's only a fight of furious powers
To exist again


8. THE BLOODLESS FACE

A bloodless, transparent face
Fatal, solemn mask,
The grave candles are burning
Someone is making a boring speech
The grief of lost moments
Emptiness is waiting for a ghost at home
It tortures with remorse's and fear
Why are we always loney while alive?
And after death united
It will never change!
Horrible corpse's silence
And confirmation of remorse's
A through gives crazy freaks
It starts to believe in the other world
And by its own infirmity it measures
The irreversible, judgements


9. EPILOGUE

(Instrumental)