Шунема - Лес мой храм - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The treetops rustle overhead. Everywhere you can hear the rustling of something certainly alive, but not at all scary. I tremulously step on the ground and some special ether pierces my entire being.

Every time I notice some special light here - otherworldly, but at the same time very close and familiar. It envelops me, penetrates into my very essence and it is no longer possible to distinguish the line that once separated what I considered myself from this solemn splendor.

I am home...

There are no domes or walls in my temple,

The floor is covered with decay of gray leaves.

I am leaving the world of concrete corners

To where there are no musty ceilings or floors.

Let those corners lie in ashes,

That did not warm our souls!

And the wastelands will revive us,

And we will listen to the noise of the forests...

And among the age-old oaks

We will find paths to our roots,

After all, we are not the descendants of slaves!

We are not serfs at all!

Look at the light,

Where there is no one,

Into the depths of the void,

This light is you.

Among the stones and grasses

You were always right,

Among the stumps and mosses

Your only shelter.

You let the light into yourself

And you are no more,

Into the embrace of the void

You were this light.

To the wild flowers

And the distant hills

Following the tracks of animals

The forest is my temple!

Touching the fallen pine needles with my feet,

My legs carry me further from home,

And the hubbub in my head dies down,

Passing through the thicket of windfall.

Not a grain of doubt in my gaze,

Fatigue and drowsiness immediately subside,

There is no illness in my body,

I am on the threshold of my home.

I fall into your arms and millions of trees stretch their branches to the sun