Darkestrah - Sary Oy (2004)

Sary Oy ran across the yellow tops.
The great rivers flow into Sary Oy
The great rivers flow into Sary Oy,
To meet each other in the same course.

Five brothers germinated in the womb of Sary Oy.
Gods live in Sary Oy land.
Near two rivers,
In the same heart,
A maiden lives in Sary Oy land.

The sun's gold gave way to emerald.
Evening looked into the windows.
Having felt the wind of great changes,
Evening looked into the windows.

Jashil Oy ran across the green woods.
two rivers flow into Jashil Oy.
From one of them another one flows towards Jashil Oy's East.

There are five brothers with their sister in Jashil Oy land.
There are five wounds in Jashil Oy's heart.
They are against each other.
In the battle, five brothers flow into Jashil Oy.

Between the precipice and the coast,
In the narrow gorges among sharp stones,
Heart pulses - man lives,
And he hears as if someone laugh.

Intangible, invisible, inaudible
Water's smell with the taste of grass.
She laughs,
But the whisper of water and grass is still.

And the rivers are filled with silent laugh.
In the deepest sorrow the grass will rustle.
And the eyelids will be closed by light wind,
When a head will fall on a chest.

Kyzil Oy ran across the red lakes.
The great rivers flow into Kyzil Oy,
To meat each other in the same heart.

Great pain is in Kyzil Oy.
There are five red lakes are on Kyzil Oy land.
There are five wounds in Kyzil Oy's heart.
Five thousand years to be alone,
Near the white lake of tears - Kyzil Oy.

You roam for five thousand years
In the dead labyrinths of consciousness.
Only from time to time at nights, in the light of shimmering.

The white lake has no coasts.
This calm destroys all feelings.
Sit on the stones and look at that,
Peering in its reflection.

Pearls of the red lakes heart
Are lost in indefinite space.
You can't find them behind the Golden mountains.
It's accessible only to the wind of dreams and wanderings.

The sun with emerald became din.
Rubins don't shine at the bottom.
You wait, your brothers die.
Daybreak will flame up.
And the angry voice of divinity
Chooses you for damnation.

The way will be provided,
Where all rooms are in black.
There's no empty mirrors,
Where day and night is candles cry.
That way 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.