You go down , Fast Dark Stream,
And go back to the lands met Befote
Leave the deep Caves,
And the steps northern Mountains
Where dark and Wide Forest,
Starts in grey, and gloomy Shadows,
Far beyond this forest, flotas going out,
Flotas going out through Breeze….
“....Far beyond the brooks,
Far beyond the swamp grass,
In the white frost that Raises,
From the dark lake...."
Go to the shiny Stars,
Above in dark and cold Heavens,
Turn with Dawn,
Over the Herat, over the Sand…
“....Far beyond the brooks,
Far beyond the swamp grass,
In the white frost that Raises,
From the dark lake...."
Far the south, and beyond the South,
Look for the sunshine, and look for the Daylight,
Go back to the gloomy Forest,
And go back to the gloomy Forest….
“....Far beyond the brooks,
Far beyond the swamp grass,
In the white frost that Raises,
From the dark lake...."
Far the south, and beyond the South,
Go Down the fase dark Stream,
Go back to the lands met Befote,
To lands met Before.
Far the south, and beyond the south,
Go down the fase dark stream,
Go back to lands met before,
And go back to lands met Before.
