Текст песни SilverCast - Старая мелодия для флейты

I
Old Flute Tune
Dull and does not hurt the soul,
Only midnight a black cat somewhere
Hidden behind her back to listen.

I have one openwork of understandable sounds
At the old cic
Looking around dimly, shortsightedly,
He does not cry out with a stylet.

II
Chill out from under the crack,
Where the light fell by a random sliver
The vein rush and fall silent
Once again falling asleep at the heart tightly.

But pull to soak up the shadows
Hands music to a tired fireplace,
Let it fall into tune with the years
And cry, thin, thin, long, long ...

III
Then all the wounds will open
Torn pain in my throat
Overflow high. Very strange,
That I’m all so clear, clearly remember ...

The trill will break off there, at the edge,
How will my strength leave me
The soul will blossom, burning again.
Music, sorry, did not dull ...

IV
I recall two birches by the sea,
And untie with a tired, gray ribbon
All that has gone before. All that firmly remembers
Old tune for flute ...