Дочь леса... девочка, воспитанная волками...
В лунном свете я почувствовал ваше сердце,
Дрожащее как тетива…
В бледном свете луны
вы посмотрели на меня-
Никто не знает вашего сердца…
Когда солнце взойдёт я увижу вас,
Прекрасную и очаровывающую,но холодную,
Как острое лезвие ножа…
Такую прекрасную…
Никто не знает вашего сердца…
Вся ваша печаль,горе и боль
Заперты в ночном лесу…
Ваше секретное сердце принадлежит миру вещей
Того вздоха в темноте…
Вещей того плача в темноте…
In the moonlight I felt your heart
Quiver like a bow string's pulse
In the moon's pale light
You looked at me
Nobody knows your heart
When the sun has gone I see you
Beautiful and haunting but cold
Like the blade of a knife so sharp so sweet
Nobody knows your heart
All of your sorrow, grief and pain
Locked away in the forest of the night
Your secret heart belongs to the world
Of the things that sigh in the dark
Of the things that cry in the dark.
Daughter of the forest ... a girl raised by wolves ...
In the moonlight, I felt your heart,
Trembling like a bowstring ...
In the pale light of the moon
you looked at me-
Nobody knows your heart ...
When the sun comes up I will see you
Beautiful and charming, but cold
Like a sharp knife blade ...
Such a beautiful ...
Nobody knows your heart ...
All your sorrow, grief and pain
Locked in the night forest ...
Your secret heart belongs to the world of things
That sigh in the dark ...
The things of that crying in the dark ...
In the moonlight I felt your heart
Quiver like a bow string's pulse
In the moon's pale light
You looked at me
Nobody knows your heart
When the sun has gone I see you
Beautiful and haunting but cold
Like the blade of a knife so sharp so sweet
Nobody knows your heart
All of your sorrow, grief and pain
Locked away in the forest of the night
Your secret heart belongs to the world
Of the things that sigh in the dark
Of the things that cry in the dark.
