У шамана три руки [U shamana tri ruki] [English translation]

The old shaman's got three hands,

Feathered wing springs from his back.

A wax candle flares up

Just from light breeze of his breath.

And sometimes he doesn't know,

Can't remember who he is,

When his sick wide-open soul

Overstrains itself and sings.

The old shaman's got three hands.

World all over's like dark hall.

On the shaky golden palms

Eyes are painted with blue spall.

He sees first pink colored rays

Of the dawn before sunrise,

Yet he seemed to be asleep,

Knowing nil about the skies.

The old shaman's got three hands,

Garden's lit by ruby rays,

From his breath it starts to flare,

Starts to flare up, starts to flare up,

Starts to flare up...

Candle starts to flare up...

Candle starts to flare up...

The old shaman's got...

The old shaman's got...

The old shaman's got...