Душа [Dusha] [English translation]

Caress of yearning hands.

I touch you and hear

the fluttering of your heart

inside your suffering breast.

The memory tortures and finds

me guilty, and burns me hotter

than the Sacred Fire.

The hapiness trails behind.

The slave of the Yellow Land,

break loose from the trap, the soul,

raise above the fate,

breaking control.

Get free, get free, the soul,

my soul.

Let me breathe with ease

and take a look at the world

through fresh eyes.

Get free, get free, my soul,

my soul, my soul...

The sound over my head

is neither the weeping of angels

nor demoniacal howl.

This is the dying of my love.

The rattle of the windows scares.

The mute walls draw together

and oppress me.

Somebody drinks my blood.

The slave of the Yellow Land,

break loose from the trap, the soul,

raise above the fate,

breaking control.

Get free, get free, the soul,

my soul.

Let me breathe with ease

and take a look at the world

through fresh eyes.

Get free, get free, my soul,

my soul, my soul...

Get free, the soul,

raise above the fate,

breaking control.

Get free, get free, the soul,

my soul.

Let me breathe with ease

and take a look at the world

through fresh eyes.

break loose from the trap, my soul,

my soul, my soul...

my soul...

my soul...