Дороги (Хелависа) / Roads (Helavisa)

Been sick with this song for nearly a week now, need to get it out of my system.

First draft:

From the rocky barren passes
And from there straight on south.
Rider with his golden mantle
Sows the stars into the grasses. See this?
And in heaps the sky is pouring
Heavy shiny metal grains,
Risky hidden mountain trails
Making slick with morning rains.

All our roads
Have tangled like the mating snakes,
And northern winds are always humming
And numbing our wings in the storms.
Against the odds
Despite the wounds of old mistakes
By fires in distant lands
Tonight we'll find our warmth.

By the tired wooden pier
In the distance flying sail
Pierces the sky as with a spear
From horizon to the stars. See this?
Ocean washes our scars
And the brine again inflames
Eschars ripped against the grain
Like the glimpse of ancient pain.

All our roads
Have tangled like the mating snakes,
And northern winds are always humming
And numbing our wings in the storms.
Against the odds
Despite the wounds of old mistakes
By fires in distant lands
Tonight we'll find our warmth.

Passing time forever knits
Starlight spilled into the water
And warm winds on silky stones.
But this road as always splits. See this?
First path weaves across the mountains,
Second trails to the pier.
But where is that road that could
Bring us back together, dear?


All our roads
Have tangled like the mating snakes,
And northern winds are always humming
And numbing our wings in the storms.
Against the odds
Despite the wounds of old mistakes
By fires in distant lands
Tonight we'll find our warmth.


Roads tangled like the mating snakes,
And northern winds are always humming
And numbing our wings in the storms.
Against the odds
Despite the wounds of old mistakes
By fires in distant lands
Tonight we'll find our warmth.