Oldman and oldwoman, Moon and Sun

Rainbow arms of falling stars and leaves

Ancient dust is washed off from Queen

Sunset over shadow of my eyes

Dark indiansummer with many hue of black

It's twilight



It's twilight



Dish of the defeating, how forunate chance,

Depositing and muddy, far river-bed



Of sighing details - eternaly transfering

Belt of grain of reproachness is cutted

Dirty poverty of celtic existence

Frontiers of poison are signport of zodiac



Slack by wandering on mountainridge

For precious coral...



Stitch of warrior is commited by wet shrub

Noble is swamp of difficulties and shame



Puls is impossible ant to limp by spear

Eighteenth tabu is matter and nature

Oldman and oldwoman, Moon and Sun

Rainbow arms of falling stars and leaves



Sunset over shadow of my eyes

Dark indiansummer...itis twilight

Serr siabhar ritu

Oen dunam mathir

Ord siabhar tromi