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Piece Of News
04:40
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If I knew, where I found you,
I would cover the path with white moss,
I would weave a scarlet pattern –
Draw with the North berry grown on blood.
I will ask the Gods to perceive your will,
I’d like to guess, reveal the secret words’ lace.
I believe the sign is cut on glacial stones –
The sign that you left as a message for me.
If this song was composed in your honor there,
Your brothers suddenly would name me a sis’,
I’d bring the peace to this land under the hatches,
With my last breath, I would become faithful to it.
I hear your voice again
Through the fight veil,
In the glow of fast steel –
Light of your face!
As a whirlwind, by sea, I will leave,
Where your sails, and where in your nets
Of deathly storms the ice cold lips are,
To prevent me from hearing your call…
I will throw down the cover of fogs…
Your trace is just a cold shore,
Your trace are only still waves,
Your trace is my troubled dream…
I know, I’ll find you, where the winds’ scope,
Where the ages‘re spread as the streams ‘tween us.
So, it’s happened to consecrate, with a sacred song,
Herbs embracing and twining your burial mound…
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Distant Shore
05:55
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We concealed stellar shine in our eyes,
This star shine will lead the boat at night.
We are destined to say farewell,
So, let’s throw our grief to the waves.
Release us, dear ones, to those stars
Which are radiant light for unknown lands!
Release us, dear ones, to those shores,
Where words ‘re made in honor of other gods!
I see through the veil, we can’t get the way
Through the seas hazy with gloom.
I’ll covertly rush to the wave, stick to the boat,
Keeping my trouble, and anguish away.
My linen shawl
Will be thrown up as a sail,
I will tightly interweave my braids
Into the ropes of masts.
I will take off ear rings,
Throw them to the stars up,
Let they light
This ominous dark!
I will whisper my tales to the waves,
To the winds – they’ll give birth to the storms,
They’ll spare you in these crazy seas,
And impede the calm to drive you mad.
If you groan in your uneasy dream
Because of the mighty waves blows,
Owing to visions how the sail cracks in storms,
And bears you onto peaks of stones,
So, I will weave
Your tranquil dreams.
You won’t see
Homeland in them,
Not to drink anymore
Your bitter humble gloom
Again and again –
Parting spells.
I’ll call fair winds in your dreams
Bearing to the distant shores,
Where the steel of unknown warriors is strong
And words of speech are woven.
We concealed stellar shine in our eyes,
This star shine will lead the boat at night.
We are destined to say farewell,
So, let’s throw our grief to the waves.
Coming back home with gray hair on the head,
Please, don’t look for me waiting ashore.
It’s not fated to touch my hand, have my lips drink,
But henceforth I keep your sail …
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Birds' Way
06:44
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I’m dream-struck in a tower
Without locks, the slave in any way,
I’d like to sleep ‘till grey hair
To cover with silver my braids.
The birds rushed into a fog dream,
As arrows they managed to wake up,
The birds heading for a long quest,
Oh, and to the land of River the Great…
My heart is filled with ancient tales,
It boomingly beats as a drum in shaman hands.
Snakes of thoughts slide and wind as wild beasts.
The rapid river of secret words roars.
In the shaman ritual you won’t hear a resigned vow,
Having dared to disturb the staid Gods with a dance,
It knocks as steel arrows on the destiny gate.
Souls, as wild birds, soared from the shore…
A swan – my soul – looks for the lost flock,
A falcon – a soul spreads its wings among the Gods,
My eagle owl is of kin to ancient spirits,
With ancestors a Crow-soul will start to talk,
After the leaving ones, it hurries to meet the gloom.
The last bird,
Who will you be?
Maybe a thief stealing at night?
Maybe a fear-bound one?
Maybe a proud one soaring over the mountain steep?
Maybe a one who shrouded feathers with spicy herbs?
With a glance to the North I’ll climb the great ridge,
In my right hand – keys from the East lands,
Time has come for the last vow before the Sun,
Now, there motley grass will be my princely bed.
Traces of the commanded lines will spill with fire,
What is mouthed for me: a sword or new sunrise ahead?
Those, who descended into oblivion before their time,
‘ll be awaken once and for all by my birds!
I’m dream-struck in a tower
Without locks, the slave in any way,
I’d like to sleep ‘till grey hair
To cover with silver my braids.
The birds rushed into a fog dream,
As arrows they managed to wake up,
The birds heading for a long quest,
Oh, and to the land of River the Great…
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