Child and Shaman
Lyrics by Alexey Morozov.

Mircea Eliade: In Memoriam

Words of a Child: 
I gaze with amazement 
At a world without name 
Beneath cloudy raiment 
From whence now I came 

I hear as the grass grows 
At spring's tender hand. 
My heart pumps green billows 
To every stem 

Both: 
trouvere of a new May 
In butterfly's fane 
I'm a note of the great lay  [bad word] by the main 

Song of a Shaman: 
theme that is profound 
I play at my ease 
When wandering spellbound 
In ecstatic bliss 

I dance like a moth with my senses numb 
As did my feet in ancient times 
To a million souls primeval rhymes 
That from the inside beat my [bad word] 

They see just a shape caught in fire-lit spree 
wondrous image in essence nude 
And envy this godlike solitude 
(They, who) endowed with gift of saying 'we' 

Both: 
Of nature unspoken we share different shapes 
Of stellar sonata, of nightingale's staves 
Yet face of each other we cannot descry 
This 'Mirour de l'Omme' lies before our eyes! 

Song of a Shaman: 
paradox's door-man 
shepherd of dawn 
With my hands I'm warming 
The fiery glow 

They attribute me wonders 
Of ignorance's van 
Forsaking The Marvel 
The one that is Man