Kara-Oy

That was where fire's spirit was playing the flute this warm evening
That world where Shaitan plays, to the accompaniment of the bugle drums bit
Blood, honey and milk - nectar of shaman's immortality
Here the archers throw their whistling.

There are five deep wrinkles on the face of Kara Oy
The land of Kara Oy has a great sorrow
Five thousand years to be alone
Five thousand years on the land of Kara Oy
Stars and the moon in the dark waters
Like how fishes splash with their fins
But maybe she cried
Having smashed a chest with seven padlocks.

And may be this is a ringing of drops
Because of straining spring's drops
And may be it's a throne of consciousness
Which put an end to all the ways befor
With silent murmurs of crystals.

Kara Oy ran across the black fields
A river-bed is dried up on the land of Kara Oy
The wind blows frome the East to the West
The birds fly to the East of Kara Oy.

It will wake a dog sleeping on feet
The moon will rise like a poppy
Instead of the light versal palace's imprisonment
Then gods came down to me from the heavens
They'll look into my mind and fill me by eternal energy
Surrounded by this magic light, sweat covers my skin
Emptiness under my feet is calling me down
Air tolls in my ears
The night will swallow the day
That dream today, I have waited for him... for a long long time
Forever I'll stay in the Kara Oy.