Natural Quaternion ("Woodland Prattlers", 2004) (исполнитель: Mechanical Poet)
I. Sylphs I see the border of the wild wood An endless raving tide Electric view from altitude The forest spreading far and wide I'm staring on these [bad word] seas Imbibing gummy smells The blankets rise above the trees Decolourising scenic dells The labyrinth of lanes Among the galleries of meadows charming outdoor museum The pathless rocky chains And sombre holts in shadows Magnetic visions from a predawn dream II. Gnomes Amid the stalks enamelled by a silver web Bestead by oaks drowsing in the nature's lap I sop the motley chips of dreams they saw the night before I hear the pulsing flumps of the enormous wooden core The labyrinth of lanes Among the galleries of meadows charming outdoor museum The pathless rocky chains And sombre holts in shadows Magnetic visions from a predawn dream Backwoods! Wicked and impious brats Always ambush here under the snags Deadwoods! Dire and ill silhouettes Prowling shadows of ogres or hags Babbling the curses Invoking the fear Tapping the hearses So grim and severe They are blustering near! III. Undines Somnolent fall is performing its chime Boat-flies crawl in a slight pantomime Grasshopper's viol is joining the glee Tracing a sweet melody Music sweeps over the quiescent pool Sated with odorous cool Lanterns of glow-worms are wheeling so freely Choirs of crickets parade on a lily Night's brimming over with wonderful theme Dying away in a hot lava stream IV. Salamanders Fiery limbo Perpetual crag slowly melts Giant rocks Are dissolving as jell Sulphury steam blows Cyclopean foundry smelts Ancient blocks In this kingdom of [bad word] Funnels and furrows Bottomless burrows Tireless belt draws ore out of mines Strings of the lorries Smoking quarries Tissue of channels portentously shines Coalers Feed the mouth of blowing forge Boilers Disappear in smog they disgorge Grasp kingly blaze Of azoic landscapes Feel your amaze See the fineness of shapes The labyrinth of lanes Among the galleries of meadows charming outdoor museum The pathless rocky chains And sombre holts in shadows Magnetic visions from a predawn dream