A sip of clean air in the shade of silent rocks,
The guardians of the eternal fog lead the trail.
In the bright morning, a cool breeze flows between the trees
The smell of the earth, wet roads, dew taste.
Noiseless
Children are born.
The glow of the sun's fire quietly warms the day,
Highing the treetops among the clouds,
To flow down the valley, silvering and shimmering
In the cold mirror of black waters at the foot of the mountains.
Soundlessly
A day is born .
For thousands of years, a drop of water has been hitting hard rock
Like a hammer held in the hand, it beats, measuring time,
It cuts the virgin dream, sticks into the face of the Earth ,
Like a knife thrown into the distance, a man pursues a new child.
A mad sage, a dream teller, a great visionary, a blind god,
A proud discoverer of secrets stu, the fool - his own enemy.
The mad sage, the dream teller, the great visionary, the blind god,
The proud discoverer of the secrets of the hundred, the fool on the stairs to heaven's gates.
This tiny drop that flooded the whole world,
Although it has little time, it is billions of years
Backwards, it embraces its thoughts to found meaning,
Though too often he is still able to forget,
that it is a speck of dust that will fly away into oblivion.
The mad sage , dream whisperer, great visionary, blind god,
Proud discoverer of the hundred secrets, fool - his own enemy.
Mad sage, dream charmer, great visionary, the blind god,
The proud discoverer of the secrets of the hundred, the fool - his own enemy.
A sip of pure air in the shade of the silent rocks,
The smell of the earth , wet roads, the taste of dew.
The glow of the sun's fire is silently reflected
In the cold mirror of black waters at the foot of the mountains.
Soundlessly
A day is born .