Discrowned Lyrics

The dead body lies in the moving meadows
And then, at the twilight,
It rises like a summer fragrance
The river regains its murmur

I was searching for the face of Balaam
But I only found his reflection
I was looking for him,
I trod the grass
Who was lying down by his feet

My eyes opened, filled with horror
During the broad dreams
I burnt in a fever
My visage, lost and drowned,
At bottom and upon the river

I was searching for the face of Balaam
But I only found his reflection
I was looking for him,
I trod the grass
Who was lying down by his feet
I drank the drops
Who were put down by his hand.

And even so, I rested alone.

The black snow consumed my days
The black snow scorched my nights
But this cold, this so terrible and growing cold,
Even Balaam couldn’t name it

In the middle of my sleep, when I tried to mimic the stones
I perceived the white skies that slid immutably
All along of the unfriendly scarf that he wore.

I was searching for the face of Balaam
But I only found his reflection, his reflection

He wandered over the valleys and the mounts
And the black snow continues to burn us
As far as our homes.

And his body lies, totally lost in the corn,
lost in the corn
Smoothly, grass bent itself
Like in order to lull him…
to lull him…

But he was already lying.
He was already lying!