Beyond The invisible line

( Music by Kirill Kasatkin, Kirill Nikeev, Lyrics by Kirill Nikeev )

By the edge of sunset
The eternal peace of the sky
Shines as a gold coin dreaming at the dusk.
The cold wind beyond the [bad word] the wild herbs of the spring.
The day is dying in the bloody light. 

Somewhere

Far, Far beyond the invisible line
The moon is concealed by the walls of the firs
And reflecting in the brown bear's eyes
The light of the moon turns the stars into dust.

By the ancient oathes
Let my spirit ride  with the wind.
November starfall flows as  stardust from the eyes
Of the dead people covered by the thawed ground.
The silver [bad word] beyond the dusk.

Somewhere

Far, Far beyond the invisible line
The moon is concealed by the walls of the firs
And reflecting in the brown bear's eyes
The light of the moon turns the stars into dust.

The sabers' clank has filled the springtime's body.
The cloak made of ash, the bloody cry of the death.
And the wolfs' troop fights the hounds' gang.
The horizon's draft is [bad word] out by the blood. 
Far beyond the gloomy fields of ash
Away from the rainy roads tied in a bundle 
I shall follow the white winds of freedom
I shall ride and ascend to the moon's threshold. 

Far, Far beyond the invisible line
The moon is concealed by the walls of the firs
And reflecting in the brown bear's eyes
The light of the moon turns the stars into dust.

Oh my endless path, oh my endless ice, oh my endless smoke
The dream of the pallid maple concealed the blot on the paper sky
The steel cools my inner gaze, I forgot your face in the gloomy dusk
The crowds of the birds unseen guard the faceless dust of the burned-out days.

If you are  frozenhaving passed through the lie 
You'll find a path before the sunrise 
The path to the land where the moonhaven ships
Have torn the bloody sunset from the land. 

The path to the land where the life-water wells
Sleep  being covered by the oaken leaves. 
The fogs cry without tears and words
Having enchanted the wizardly moss.

And having dropped down a blood-stained knife
You will discover a sky in your soul
Having thrown down the grey fog of the past
Under the hoofs of the horse of your life.

Far, far beyond the invisible line
Sprinkle the ash on a burial ground
Turn into the primary matter of dreams 
Follow beyond the invisible spring.