It might be God or just whatever, but this night smells of incense

The tall wood all around, mosses on the knoll

Perhaps this iis a blessing or an ambush on our sence

A good feeling to the touch, but such a chill through the soul



There they go with their icons, with their icons so unknown

Their path is lit by holy light from the water so deep

I don't remember how we got up, how we walked out of the room

II just remember how warm a it is that we seek



Look at that Cathedral with its darkness under dome

All eyes have searched there and all have seen but naught

I would like to place a candel

But they're sold right out of candels

I'd light some liquor in my hand, but where can it be got?



And the snows lie all around on all four sides of us

Barefoot through the snow: no problem if your soul is pure

We would have dissapeared for good

But for the wolvesand the ravens

They asked us wherewe're going, to that start so warm for sure ?



Gilded all the crosses and stuck them in whenever

The one cross truly given was traded for some wine

And hungoverin the morning, went for water to the river

And there instead of water it's the Mongol Post we found.



We had wanted to give a sign so joyous to the angels

But lost them from our sight erasing tracks of where we were

Everyone would go out now and follow their signals

If it were not for teh light of that star so pure



What can we do now, how to sing if not for the hand so pure

And if were do not sing we will burn up all alone

But if I sing only a part the Orliki will come to me

Along the murky water with their eyes as white as a stone



Let them come all the same, I'm such a black bird myself

There's nowhere left to run, a meter - then the ice for sure

I'll cover you, you'll cover me, oh wolves and ravens

So that somebody at least will make it to that start so pure



So what do we care now, if there's darkness under dome

So what do we care now, if we cannot see but naught

And what do we care noe if thre're sold right out of candels

Because if there is no fire, we know where it can be sought



And maybe it is true that there's no path but his travelled one

There may be no hands for miracles, but those so clean and sure

Yet all the same we warmed only by the wolves annd ravens

And they blessed us all the way to that star so pure