Путь Над гробом ветхим, Pathway Above The Old Coffin, Live at Saint Petersburg

Above The Old Coffin (Lyrics) My decrepit hearth burns, the claws of frost fall apart in the fire Through thin walls it breaks, and hoarfrost crawls across the arms. May cold February howl, dropping melted tears over the flame, Under the hovel arch spring rests in an old coffin. At the black night winter forces Become furious with fierce blizzard. Bones of the Earth covered with Glaciers and rough stone. Revealed by Darkness from the bowels, rise from the depths Become the wind and the snow, howl of wild packs. Hurry to the timid light, extinguish the moon, Tear a wood bed, swallow the spring. While my words sound Above the old coffin, A living fire keeps burning In the dead of winter. Mother Spring is warm, It rests peacefully In the spruce branches Watching dreams. In hours or many years Above the old coffin Ice shackles are tighter and tighter. In the dead of winter A flaming dawn will rise. In the spruce branches Mother Spring will wake up Together with us. Recorded in December 2020 at the MOD Cl