Denis Shvarts - Ancient Room Lyrics

The moon was rising
Above the horizon
The cold winds were blowing, the dark shadows growing
Branches and leaves that were fluttering nearby, were tearing off and falling

I watched the shadow that came from the moon
Slowly covering the road
I watched in front of me an image of the ancient room
Which was gone long ago

The mystery left in the room, was kept there for thousands of years
The beauty which is growing into infinity
The dark shadows opened my eyes
They've dragged me inside
It's something so prescious
So hard to describe

The moon was rising
Above the horison
The cold winds were blowing, the dark shadows growing
Branches and leaves that were fluttering nearby, were tearing off and falling

Following paths
To hills guarded by clouds
That will hide me from blazing ember light
I will stay
In dark shadows company
Reflections and openings
Where beauty meets eternity
Again and again