оце скільки слухаю цей гурт, тим більше розумію що хочу попасти на їхній виступ, тільки побачу в Рівному афішу так зразу і побіжу) певне майже єдиний український гурт який заслуговує уваги!
In the eternal depths of the forest, where the bog flower doesn't rot, Where layed Batu, of the Golden Horde, Sometimes in a white frock, wandering, bewitched The forest-monster Chuhayster utters in a whisper: If you can, come pay me a visit, If you want, drink my water, If you Believe, tell me about What you dream, when you live in solitude. The gates of cobweb, from the pine up to the birch - Watchmen of waiting - on the ground are the broken scales. The fiery red rue flowers and gives life, But no one sees it! No one knows that! The deep swamp in Polissya groans with preadatory cries, Foliage covered with ashes in the ancient forest. In hopelessness the weak poplar bends, The alarmed wind blows from the poisoned field. Everything that was dreamed will return no more - Fairy-tale dreams in nothingness. Our hearts stopped much too early: We died too young. A black hook from the clouds grabs my voice, Flowing upon a wreath from the Prip'yat. Wait for some news under the Glowering Sun, By the ashen, pitiful stars.
