Текст песни Following Betulas

Awaken in the silent night. Alone, inland hysteria. I am a stranger in this land. Here I kneel before you. Oh, solemn glory. Standing together on the hill. Nothing spoken, but yet understood. Below, a procession of wooden men. Swinging their tree trunks in the wind. Standing together on the hill. Nothing spoken, but yet understood. The white birches are alive, they are marching.