свет не падал с небес для меня и только древности тень как холод как страх где то там далеко умирает луна и мечты как пыль рассыпались в прах в глубине веков где остыл огонь и только лед на вершинах гор лед и ветер я о многом хотел спросить не кого нибудь а самих богов но боги спят оборвав нить между светом и тьмой между мной и собой в глубине веков где остыл огонь и только лед на вершинах гор лед и ветер the light did not fall from heaven for me
light did not fall from the sky for me and only ancient shadows like cold like fear somewhere far away the moon dies and dreams like dust crumbled into dust in the depths of centuries where the fire cooled down and only ice on the tops of the mountains ice and wind I wanted to ask a lot of things to no one or the gods themselves, but the gods are sleeping, breaking the thread between light and darkness between me and themselves in the depths of centuries where the fire has cooled down and only ice on the mountain tops ice and wind the light did not fall from heaven for me
and only a shadow of antiquity as cold as fear
and only a shadow of antiquity as cold as fear
where there is far dying moon
where there is far dying moon
and dreams as dust scattered in ashes
and dreams as dust scattered in ashes
in the mists of time where the fire has cooled
in the mist of time where the fire has cooled
and only ice on mountaintops
and only ice on mountaintops
ice and wind
ice and wind
I have a lot to ask
I have a lot to ask
no one else but the gods themselves
no one else but the gods themselves
but the gods sleep broke off thread
but the gods sleep broke off thread
between svetm and darkness between you and me
between light and darkness between you and me
in the mists of time where the fire has cooled
in the mist of time where the fire has cooled
and only ice on mountaintops
and only ice on mountaintops
ice and wind
ice and wind
the light did not fall from heaven for me
the light did not fall from heaven for me
and only a shadow of antiquity as cold as fear
and only a shadow of antiquity as cold as fear
where there is far dying moon
where there is far dying moon
and dreams as dust scattered in ashes
and dreams as dust scattered in ashes
in the mists of time where the fire has cooled
in the mist of time where the fire has cooled
and only ice on mountaintops
and only ice on mountaintops
ice and wind
ice and wind
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