Wolves And Ravens Lyrics - Singles - Grebenshikov Boris

It might be God or just whatever, but this night smells of incense 

The tall wood all around, mosses on the knoll 

Perhaps this iis a blessing or an ambush on our sence 

A good feeling to the touch, but such a chill through the soul 

There they go with their icons, with their icons so unknown 

Their path is lit by holy light from the water so deep 

I don't remember how we got up, how we walked out of the room 

II just remember how warm a it is that we seek 

Look at that Cathedral with its darkness under dome 

All eyes have searched there and all have seen but naught 

I would like to place a candel 

But they're sold right out of candels 

I'd light some liquor in my hand, but where can it be got? 

And the snows lie all around on all four sides of us 

Barefoot through the snow: no problem if your soul is pure 

We would have dissapeared for good 

But for the wolvesand the ravens 

They asked us wherewe're going, to that start so warm for sure ? 

Gilded all the crosses and stuck them in whenever 

The one cross truly given was traded for some wine 

And hungoverin the morning, went for water to the river 

And there instead of water it's the Mongol Post we found. 

We had wanted to give a sign so joyous to the angels 

But lost them from our sight erasing tracks of where we were 

Everyone would go out now and follow their signals 

If it were not for teh light of that star so pure 

What can we do now, how to sing if not for the hand so pure 

And if were do not sing we will burn up all alone 

But if I sing only a part the Orliki will come to me 

Along the murky water with their eyes as white as a stone 

Let them come all the same, I'm such a black bird myself 

There's nowhere left to run, a meter - then the ice for sure 

I'll cover you, you'll cover me, oh wolves and ravens 

So that somebody at least will make it to that start so pure 

So what do we care now, if there's darkness under dome 

So what do we care now, if we cannot see but naught 

And what do we care noe if thre're sold right out of candels 

Because if there is no fire, we know where it can be sought 

And maybe it is true that there's no path but his travelled one 

There may be no hands for miracles, but those so clean and sure 

Yet all the same we warmed only by the wolves annd ravens 

And they blessed us all the way to that star so pure