The Mill - 'King's Daughter'.
Heather waves, sad hills ...
what lies ahead... Just a road, a road...
soon we will pass through the doors of winter-
Suddenly and without noticing the threshold at all.
Wait too long - merciless snow,
What I left behind will hide,
And do not close your heavy eyelids,
And it's obviously not worth remembering.
The sun is in the west, the moon is rising -
The day is passing silently.
The heather is darkening, and the night is a wall
It separates us, hides us, and leads us away.
Oh, don't be silent! Answer me quickly!'
I'm just your sad wanderer ...
the Heather! Tell me, which day is it
Am I on a lonely and strange path?
But there is no answer... The hills were silent...
the heather waves were sadly silent.
And waiting for the coming winter,
In the star boat, the sky was gently rocking.