Flash of light, soft yet bright
I walk beneath the shadows
of the evernight
Never could have known
there was a place like this
where the world burns
and still I can exist
I can't hear the storm anymore
and I don't know what it's for
I can't feel my legs
but still I keep going
I can't feel my hands
but still I rest knowing
that I won't go alone
In the far twilight awaits
opens up to embrace
This barren soil
scorched and stained
by the blood of soldiers
left fallen in the rain
All the light in the world today
Won't light up the night
into which I walk away
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Вспышка света, мягкого, но яркого...
Я иду сквозь тени
Вечной ночи.
Я никогда не мог подумать,
Что бывают места, подобные этому,
Где сам мир горит,
А я все еще остаюсь в живых.
Я больше не могу слышать звуки бури
И я не знаю, зачем все это нужно.
Я не чувствую ног,
Но продолжаю идти,
Я не чувствую рук,
Но я знаю,
Что я уйду не в одиночку.
Там, вдали, виден сумрачный свет,
И он ждет*.
Эти бесплодные земли
Выжжены и залиты кровью
Солдат,
Чьи тела остались под дождем.
Весь свет этого мира
Не сможет сделать светлее
Ночь, в которую я ухожу.
Я больше не могу слышать звуки бури
И я не знаю, зачем все это нужно.
Я не чувствую ног,
Но продолжаю идти,
Я не чувствую рук,
Но я знаю,
Что я уйду не в одиночку.
Там, вдали, виден сумрачный свет,
И он ждет.
* досл.: Вдалеке ждут сумерки, открытые навстречу объятиям
Flash of light, soft yet bright
I walk beneath the shadows
of the evernight
Never could have known
there was a place like this
where the world burns
and still I can exist
I can not hear the storm anymore
and I do not know what it's for
I can not feel my legs
but still I keep going
I can not feel my hands
but still I rest knowing
that I will not go alone
In the far twilight awaits
opens up to embrace
This barren soil
scorched and stained
by the blood of soldiers
left fallen in the rain
All the light in the world today
Will not light up the night
into which I walk away
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A flash of light , soft but bright ...
I walk through the shadows
Eternal night .
I would never have thought
That there are places like this ,
Where the world itself is lit,
And I 'm still alive.
I can no longer hear the sounds of the storm
And I do not know why all this is necessary .
I can not feel my legs ,
But keep going ,
I do not feel the hands,
But I know ,
What I do not go alone.
There, in the distance, visible light is gloomy ,
And he is waiting for * .
These badlands
Burned and covered with blood
soldiers
Whose bodies were left in the rain.
All the light of this world
Not be able to make lighter
Night in which I was leaving.
I can no longer hear the sounds of the storm
And I do not know why all this is necessary .
I can not feel my legs ,
But keep going ,
I do not feel the hands,
But I know ,
What I do not go alone.
There, in the distance, visible light is gloomy ,
And he waits.
* Verbatim .: distance, waiting for dusk, open toward the embrace
