Oldman and oldwoman, Moon and Sun 

Rainbow arms of falling stars and leaves 

Ancient dust is washed off from Queen 

Sunset over shadow of my eyes 

Dark indiansummer with many hue of black 

It's twilight



It's twilight



Dish of the defeating, how forunate chance, 

Depositing and muddy, far river-bed



Of sighing details - eternaly transfering 

Belt of grain of reproachness is cutted 

Dirty poverty of celtic existence 

Frontiers of poison are signport of zodiac



Slack by wandering on mountainridge 

For precious coral...



Stitch of warrior is commited by wet shrub 

Noble is swamp of difficulties and shame



Puls is impossible ant to limp by spear 

Eighteenth tabu is matter and nature 

Oldman and oldwoman, Moon and Sun 

Rainbow arms of falling stars and leaves



Sunset over shadow of my eyes 

Dark indiansummer...itis twilight 

Serr siabhar ritu 

Oen dunam mathir 

Ord siabhar tromi