I am a forest at night, I am an eternal trap I tear apart the fates like a flame of a fog You were looking for a miracle, you encountered trouble My lips are like a lotus, but in my heart I'm a blade, I'm not the light, I'm the end, I'm your death lesson I'm there, mom, you're burning, stay I'm a curse in gold, gilded in sight I'm there, mom, and everything you knew You still want to be healed? I was a light that hid in the shadows You came out of the cold to burn next to me Through the black forest where the gods are silent I walked in the footsteps that wash away the cold My sword is not for battle, it swears in tears To protect those who have not touched the cold If you found me, don't lose me Even if I disappear, enter the fire, I'll be waiting You're not alone, I'm here. I was on the edge, but I heard, live And the breath of the world woke up inside Youth, you are a forest that does not hurt, but heals Youth, youth, you leave your light in your hearts Young, you are not a legend, you are a heart Young, you remained in my breath If I wanted to warm up, I would call you If I touch it, I will burn without a trace But it will not touch worse than death sometimes He called her in every step and dream B, M, N, Music Every step is like time, like a place, All the warmth on the ground. And I stood, without hiding, Between the garden and the fire. He wanted to destroy me, And I answered with kindness. I am a young light, That is not afraid to burn. I'm holding your anger, not to turn it into a shadow You call me to battle, but I don't get up with a sword But with a heart that can shine In the reflection of the river, he saw the living one I was a boy, I was forgotten, I was once not with me. I did not whisper spells, I did not cast curses in fear. I touched and cracks became a soil for flowers. I did not come to win, I came to stay. If you burn, then together with you I'm a young woman Let me be between the song and the sleep I'm not walking in the song, but in the depth of your core You're screaming, and I hear You're breaking, and I'm breathing Look, your fire has spread And now, when the spring has spread through the silence I didn't save you, you saved yourself through my moon In the mountains, where the moon, like a hidden beast, Lived the one who cut the darkness without loss. She was blind, but she saw dreams, Where the shadows were shouting from the foxes of guilt. She called to the forest to save her native blood, But the forest brought not light, but love. The echo in her chest is not flesh, but light. He cut the darkness, he kept the answer. No sword, no word, only a trace of the moon. The echo that cuts shadows and dreams. Time has passed, she is like a rock I was waiting only for the one who will come from evil He did not have a shadow, did not remember the face But her voice rang out You know her, she is in you, I want to hear Then shut up, she raised her voice And threw it into her heart, but did not give pain Alice of power, he fell not to death and music. Oh, oh, oh... In those times, when the moon was not in the sky And the night was floating in the mountains like a black cloud The Sakura girl was born in the shadow With the eyes of a witch With the soul that called to itself the very darkness. The elders spoke, she knew the troubles, But the forest kept silent and listened to their dreams. She walks and the darkness bends her knees Like a black fire for spring A door is neither a fox, nor a demon, nor a man But a memory of the night, the death shadow of the century Mmm... He was born under the cry of the winds, Where the crystal changes the blood, But the forest came through the icy room, They whisper and sleep, not here, And do not stand by fate. In her eyes the dawn is floating, The time is drowning, melting, He stretched his arm and still slept in the glass snow, where every step was crystal. He heard his voice, the shadow of someone's ashes will be alive. Kitsune splela iz lunnych putey Klyuch k miru bez zerkalnych dvirey But the world is fragile, like the glass of fate. You won't wake up if you look in your dreams. Wake up, said the one who is not quite a fox You will forget who you were and who I was He woke up, but not here Where the stars are just a substitute for the song Somewhere between the mountains and the lightning His heart called for silence In the quiet village, in the shade of flowers, I was waiting for him. Like a light without words, I was stumbling. From a dream, I tied him like a thread of fate. She was charming and warm, but in her gaze, In a tone of tears, a spider in silk, with her eyes, A demon brought him passion, but in her only darkness. But thunder struck her silk, and a fight broke out between heaven and evil. She wanted to be loved, but the cry of despair carried on. But she broke up with heaven. Kitsune, the light and the thunder, for love, She is the fire and the light When destruction comes with a storm She is the hurricane and the response Cossack, the wind that breaks the chains Kaze ga lisya dusha mouni Smiyotsu i netu straha Whispers, and the night goes to sleep You called the gods, but she came You heard the storm, it was her You stayed alive, because she laughs And the demon came, his name is Ani Heavy as a stone, like pain He burned and crushed, crushed and was But the wind is a different role Kazaka! The wind that destroys demons Kazaka! The light among the worlds The cossack was in every rustle In every glimpse of light, her between the shadows If the rainbow is in the eyes of the forest, do not be afraid The wind is with you The whisper in the mountains, quietly dances the fox and tracks the silence that was waiting for the drop. Somewhere above the temple in the embrace of the winds, the Cossack laughed, not knowing about the dreams. The family of tails like the tongues of clouds, the eyes of her rainbow in the sky. He was sitting on the roof, like an ancient keeper His shield is silent, and his cry is silent All the quiet essence of the tide and the wind Was alive only when the world was falling apart You come, I am the wind You are the rain, I am the wind, You are the depth, I am the light. If you disappear, I will be by your side, So that again with the rain I can return your trace. You became a figure on the roof And I remained above the temple Now we are alone In the wind and drops You are a rainy wind But time is not an enemy B.M.N. Music There, where the whisper fades into the stone, Where you don't echo the fire, Where the shadows keep their secrets, The heart hears everything without words. There lives my soul in silence There I hear you in me You came with flute in your hands Like a tunnel in a silent temple Don't be afraid, in a silent valley Your steps are silent But your heart speaks for me Where the shadows are calling out with a sound There I hear only you Everyone who sounds without monochrome For me the song of fate has become Where I do not listen I'm listening to you here And on the glade he came out, and the light was frozen, clear and quiet. She stood in a silk dream, in the eyes of fog and dawn, And the white tail among the flowers whispered deathly, You are my captive, what the fates and plots told me. He spread the net like a drop of poison that was immeasurable in the books And in the morning he caught me and deceived me, a miracle caught in the ancient one Why did the hero of the forest catch me? He asked me to bend my shoulders To prove that I am strong and yours, but he did not understand the power of the meeting He chose the third whisper of the light Love will be my reward And the fox, inhaling the answer, Hid in the haze of the moon's tent And when the night fell to the threshold, he asked, Why did you take over my destiny? Because you are not a prey, you are just a heart that is looking for a miracle But love is not a net, not a wreath, it cannot be caught while... You will not let go of fear and peace, Where every whisper, every word Is like the sound of the past, of the universe, of dreams, of shadows I touched it in the southern wind And the tails of the foxes are like tarnishes Eternity looks at her as if she were a human That can cry and learn Oh, Yurika, light on the dust of centuries Your soul is in the library of the worlds You lost your name in your dreams But the memory is left in the fire of her words Once in the night in the middle of the wind Suddenly the book lived And the whisper of the ancient voices I pointed to a different path You are the word born by fate That can draw and erase everything And having taken her fear as my lunch, She stepped through the borders of death. In the dungeon of crypts, She read the darkness with her eyes, And if you open up, the heavens will rustle Whispering her name That she has risen again Aeolian light on the dust of centuries Your soul is the library of the world You lost your name in a dream and music. Beyond the edge of the forest, where the moon whispers to me the name of silence And you stand like a man with tails at night, your call You own a family of tails, you walk like a plan at night From the love of the earth into the rain Kitsune, the fox of the pine trees You left in the fog without a word I was looking for you in the forest In the morning rain in the moon You are not here and not in the distance You are like an echo in the night of love Ei, ei, ei, ei, kitsune Ei, don't come back B.M.N Music Between the dream and misery Hiroyu ki moonlight flame Ti sierce stinyaska proklyatie You whisper love, you whisper pain And I was lost no way no mercy And I will love you after death His eyes were hollow, so enchained And the wolves followed him as they were And ice and fire mixed in veins She remained between dreams Her ghosting wind still calls his name And those who seek light dreams Are bound by ice and burning flame Yo-yo-yo, keep my desire, keep my signs of fire and snow Your love's a curse, a holy fire that burns through every breath I take You are my dawn, you are my ban And I am yours beyond regret B.M.N. Music But not every man is sent to death It happens that they just take those who will soon be poisoned by the flock Among the young hunters in laughter So they continue their wild hunt Without snow, without walls, without golden swords They are like those, harsh and not soft And in their free darkness, stronger and more evil