...and many a moon shall rise...
...and lead me into the cold embrace of the night
Here we drown in our grief, drown in an absence of light.
Here is no shelter; no escape from our heart,
Entwined in this tragic embrace I fear and bemourn to depart.
When the shadows fall,
and the sun sets in us all...
Just silent hopes remain & the aching grief that grows
into a bottomless vale I fall - O, I give myself away...
Away! Far away! To this dim and misty place
My heart reflects the night...
Languid moonshine I bath my skin in thee
O may thy beauty be revealed in me.
Silent winds, whisper to me
thy songs of solitude and joy...
...И много лун взойдёт...
...И отведут они меня в холодные оковы ночи,
Где мы утонем в нашем горе,
Растаем в недостатке света.
Здесь нет приюта; не бежать от наших душ,
Сплетаясь в этих трагических объятьях,
Я боюсь и скорблю о разлуке.
Когда опускаются тени,
И солнце заходит в каждом из нас...
Остались только тихие надежды
И острая тоска, что всё сильней,
Я падаю в бездонную равнину –
Я уношу себя отсюда прочь...
Прочь! Далеко отсюда!
В окутанный туманом дол,
Где моё сердце отражает ночь...
О, томное сияние луны, тобой омыта моя кожа.
Быть может красота откроется во мне?
Тихи ветра, что шепчутся со мной,
Что песни одиночества и радости поют...
... and Many A Moon Shall Rise ...
... and LEAD ME INTO THE COLD EMBRACE OF THE NIGHT
Here We Drown in Our Grief, Drown in An Absence of Light.
HERE IS NO SHELTER; no escape from ur heart
Entwined in this Tragic Embrace I Fear and Bemourn to Depart.
WHEN THE SHADOWS FALL,
And The Sun Sets in US All ...
Just Silent Hopes Remain & The Aching Grief That Grows
INTO A BOTTOMLESS VALE I FALL - O, I GIVE MYSELF AWAY ...
Away! Far Away! To This Dim and Misty Place
My Heart Reflects The Night ...
Languid Moonshine I Bath My Skin In Thee
O May Thy Beauty Be Revealed in Me.
Silent Winds, Whisper To Me
THY SONGS OF SOLITUDE AND JOY ...
... and a lot of moon will go up ...
... and they will take me into the cold winds of the night,
Where we drown in our mountain
Melt in a lack of light.
There is no shelter; Do not escape from our souls,
Gossy in these tragic arms,
I'm afraid and grind about separation.
When the shadows are lowered,
And the sun comes in each of us ...
Only quiet hopes remained
And an acute melancholy that is all stronger,
I fall into the bottomless plain -
I urove myself from here away ...
Away! Far away from here!
In a hunted fog
Where my heart reflects the night ...
Oh, languuous radiance of the moon, you are my skin with you.
Maybe beauty will open in me?
Tiy winds that whisper with me,
That songs of loneliness and joy sing ...
