На каменных кострахВетер целует траву семи ветров.Вернулся в небесаПутник, одетый в шелк змеиных слов.
Чудовища в ночиНе властны имена твои назвать.Пришла пора любви.Кто здесь твоим любимым должен стать?
Время любви пришло.
Upon bonfires of stoneThe wind is kissing the seven-winds grass. *1Into Heaventhe wanderer has returned, clad in the silk of snake-bent words.
Monsters in the nightare not empowered to call your names.The season of love has come.Who is to become your lover here?
The time of love has come.
Only the blind cannot see:on the night's bosom, the lovers lie asleep.Sing the song quietly,For they just fell asleep, shouldn't wake them up.
Pierce bolder the prime of day,the wind of love does not know the groan of walls.His lucent trackis similar to the eternity of Heaven.
The time of love has come.