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Темные звезды и темная луна.
Dark stars and a dark moon.
Тишина ночи и утренняя гагара.
Night silence and morning gagar.


Прикажите лошадей и бейте на своём барабане.
Order horses and bey on your drum.
Ушёл их хозяин, ушёл их сын.
The master was gone, their son gone.


Темный океан, темно небо.
Dark ocean, dark sky.
Молчание китов и океана течения.
Silence whales and ocean flow.


Покажите солончак и бейте на барабане.
Show Solonchak and Bate on the drum.
Ушёл их хозяин, ушёл их сын.
The master was gone, their son gone.


Тьма к свету и свет к тьме.
Darkness to light and light to darkness.
Три черных вагонов, три белых телеги.
Three black wagons, three white carts.


Что нас объединяет вместе есть то, что тянет нас друг от друга.
What unites us together is what pulls us from each other.
Ушел наш брат, ушел наш дом.
Our brother left, our home was gone.


Молчание китов и океана течения.
Silence whales and ocean flow.
Покажите солончак и бейте на барабане.
Show Solonchak and Bate on the drum.


Ушёл их хозяин, ушёл их сын.
The master was gone, their son gone.


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Dark the stars and dark the moon.
Dark The Stars and Dark The Moon.
Hush the night and the morning loon.
Hush The Night and The Morning Loon.


Tell the horses and beat on your drum.
TELL THE HORSES AND BEAT ON YOUR DRUM.
Gone their master, gone their son.
Gone Their Master, Gone Their Son.


Dark the oceans, dark the sky.
Dark The Oceans, Dark The Sky.
Hush the whales and the ocean tide.
Hush the Whales and the Ocean Tide.


Tell the salt marsh and beat on your drum.
TELL THE SALT MARSH AND BEAT ON YOUR DRUM.
Gone their master, gone their son.
Gone Their Master, Gone Their Son.


Dark to light and light to dark.
Dark to Light and Light to Dark.
Three black carriages, three white carts.
Three Black Carriagees, Three White Carts.


What brings us together is what pulls us apart.
What Brings Us Togener Is What Pulls US Apart.
Gone our brother, gone our home.
Gone Our Brother, Gone Our Home.


Hush the whales and the ocean tide.
Hush the Whales and the Ocean Tide.
Tell the salt marsh and beat on your drum.
TELL THE SALT MARSH AND BEAT ON YOUR DRUM.


Gone their master, gone their son.
Gone Their Master, Gone Their Son.