Текст песни Екклесиаст - Забвение

My soul falls asleep in the white dreams of oblivion,
Snow is covered with a white field of memory,
Where does the soul fly, weaving into the braids of a white blizzard?
All the colors of past days,
All the troubles and joys, everything covers the snow.


The wind carrying the dried leaves knocked me off my feet,
Developing my clothes, like a black flame,
What is slowly dying out in the rain from the tears


What is this world without you?
He only sadness for you ...