From the dusty May sun,
Ее смутная тень приближается
Her looming shadow grows,
Со стороны пыльного майского солнца,
Hidden in the branches
Скрытая ветвями
Of the poison creosote.
Ядовитого креозотового куста.
She twines her spines up slowly,
Она медленно обвивает его шипы
Towards the boiling sun,
Под кипящим солнцем,
And when I touched her skin,
И когда я прикоснулся к ней,
My fingers ran with blood.
По моим пальцам заструилась кровь.
In the hushing dusk,
В тихих сумерках,
Under a swollen silver moon,
Под раздутой серебряной луной,
I came walking with the wind
Я шла в ногу с ветром,
To watch the cactus bloom.
Чтобы увидеть цветок кактуса.
And strange hands halted me,
Меня схватили холодные руки,
The looming shadows danced.
И в пляске смутных теней
I fell down to the thorny brush
Я упала в колючий кустарник
And felt the trembling hands.
И почувствовала на себе дрожащие руки.
When the last light warms the rocks,
Когда последние лучи согревают скалы,
And the rattlesnakes unfold,
И выползают гремучие змеи,
Mountain cats will come
Дикие кошки придут,
To drag away your bones.
Чтобы унести твои кости.
And rise with me forever,
Расти же со мной вечно
Across the silent sand,
Среди безмолвных песков.
And the stars will be your eyes,
Твои глаза станут звездами,
And the wind will be my hands.
From the dusty May sun,
Her vague shadow is approaching
Her looming shadow grows,
From the dusty May sun
Hidden in the branches
Hidden by branches
Of the poison creosote.
Poisonous creosote bush.
She twines her spines up slowly,
She slowly wraps around his thorns
Towards the boiling sun,
Under the boiling sun
And when I touched her skin,
And when I touched her,
My fingers ran with blood.
Blood ran down my fingers.
In the hushing dusk,
In the quiet twilight
Under a swollen silver moon,
Under a bloated silver moon
I came walking with the wind
I walked with the wind
To watch the cactus bloom.
To see a cactus flower.
And strange hands halted me,
Cold hands grabbed me
The looming shadows danced.
And in the dance of vague shadows
I fell down to the thorny brush
I fell into a thorny bush
And felt the trembling hands.
And I felt trembling hands on me.
When the last light warms the rocks,
When the last rays warm the rocks
And the rattlesnakes unfold,
And the rattlesnakes crawl out
Mountain cats will come
Wild cats will come
To drag away your bones.
To carry your bones away
And rise with me forever,
Grow with me forever
Across the silent sand,
Among the silent sands
And the stars will be your eyes,
Your eyes will become stars
And the wind will be my hands.
