Atlantida project - 07-Сигнальные огни - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

signal lights

signal lights at the ends of the mandala made up of steps,

walking in the snow in one of five directions,

walking on the rocks in one of four,

going underground in the valley of quicksand and visible again a little further through the grass and moss

footsteps near the wheel of evil are awkward,

emptiness surrounds him and not a sound in his turns, the arms of the river are dark

((((well, I imagined a mill on the river, sorry, no one understands))

the stops of faceless steps are infinitely long and loops are looped in place of wandering vague lightning outside the pattern of inviting particles of the continuation of the rays from the signal lights,

designated the mandala to those who are on it

(C) Alexandra Sokolova