Мантра покоя в вечерней тишине

Through the dark, you still belong; in the cold,
You've heard my song.
Praises were become a warmth that is concealed,
But dreams the nature's ours, and all the grace has failed.
Stone breath in your phone, break the silence,
Break the bone.
Under stone, there a comet stone; you're still breathing,
Overdone.
Stone breath in stone, stone breath stone,
Stone breath in stone.
Stone breath in, stone breath in stone, stone breath in.