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Tales of Men and Trees
04:11
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By the salty shore
By the ocean's tide
Where cold waters flow
And the waves run wild
Where the icy needles
Bite the spring-freshed air
Where the crystal wind
Howling in despair
And the lands are rooted
By the ancient trees
And their silent whisper
Tells of life and peace
There on leave-trod grounds
'Neath green-painted hills
Between silver-wreathed ribbons
And daffodils
At the Goddess gesture
At Her lazy whim
At unspoken question
At the wows dim
Green-eyed men were created
Autumn-souled and misery-fated
For they dreamed of magic
By that salty shore
Spreading words nostalgic
And they dreamed no more
And the trees forgot them
Sea erased their time
But for carved in stone
Leaves embroidered rhyme
And their tales lay hidden
Since their days are old
In farewell unbidden
Veiled truths foretold
By the misty ocean
By the sea-crushed shore
Spirits of emotion
Softly tread once more
By the salty shore
By the ocean's tide
Where cold waters flow
And the waves run wild...
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To the infinite sorrow of thine
To the hardly perceptible gate
To the shining of eyes so divine
That is where I'm laying my fate
For the innocent rain of thy tears
Will be now dried away by my dreams
And the load of our sadness I'll bear
To unknown and forsaken realms
When I'm peering desperately
Into the empty sky
Or when the night dries out at once
My tears uncried
And I'm seeking something
That it never found
And when eternal sorrow's elegant
And so profound
Thou will give of me the star of thy crown
To be placed on my pallid forehead
It will burn all my dread visions down
And I wonder the path of the dead
It will cut all my soul wounds again
With its radiant ice-sharpened rays
And in musical beauty my pain
For a second enlightenes world's ways
When I am torn within
The starfall of the nevermore
When I am ripping off my soul
Sophisticated ardour
And tearing within my thoughts
And bleeding ennui
That is to be the time
I'm waiting thee to come to me
To the infinite sorrow of thine
That is to be the time
To the hardly perceptable gate
I'm waiting thee
To the shining of eyes so divine
To come to me
That is where I'm laying my fate
To come to me
To come to me
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Serpents in the Dawn
05:26
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Shifted back to worse
No more flowers in return
All is left to fall and burn
Faceless and reversed
Silver threads across my head
Dress myself in crimson red
No more stars above
No more voices can be heard
Rusty shield and broken sword
Fill my heart with love
Not again with empty hand
Just another painful end
Not a warrior
Not a hero, not a slave
Just another nameless grave
Cross the barrier
All is written and denied
Just a shadow in the night
Every single stone
On the tender angel's wing
Just another suffering
Serpents in the dawn
Always looking for the prize
No more sun for open eyes
Every single world
Every single darkness fall
On the silence of it all
No more shining world
In the sorrow-poisoned sky
All is written and denied
Not a warrior
Not a hero, not a slave
Just another nameless grave
Cross the barrier
All is written and denied
Just a shadow in the night
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The Gift of the Sea
05:10
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The dead child lay in the shroud,
And the widow watched beside;
And her mother slept, and the Channel swept
The gale in the teeth of the tide.
But the mother laughed at all.
"I have lost my man in the sea,
And the child is dead. Be still," she said,
"What more can ye do to me?"
The widow watched the dead,
And the candle guttered low,
And she tried to sing the Passing Song
That bids the poor soul go.
And "Mary take you now," she sang,
"That lay against my heart."
And "Mary smooth your crib to-night,"
But she could not say "Depart."
Then came a cry from the sea,
But the sea-rime blinded the glass,
And "Heard ye nothing, mother?" she said,
"'Tis the child that waits to pass."
And the nodding mother sighed.
"'Tis a lambing ewe in the whin,
For why should the christened soul cry out
That never knew of sin?"
"O feet I have held in my hand,
O hands at my heart to catch,
How should they know the road to go,
And how should they lift the latch?"
They laid a sheet to the door,
With the little quilt atop,
That it might not hurt from the cold or the dirt,
But the crying would not stop.
The widow lifted the latch
And strained her eyes to see,
And opened the door on the bitter shore
To let the soul go free.
There was neither glimmer nor ghost,
There was neither spirit nor spark,
And "Heard ye nothing, mother?" she said,
"'Tis crying for me in the dark."
And the nodding mother sighed:
"'Tis sorrow makes ye dull;
Have ye yet to learn the cry of the tern,
Or the wail of the wind-blown gull?"
"The terns are blown inland,
The gray gull follows the plough.
'Twas never a bird, the voice I heard,
O mother, I hear it now!"
"Lie still, dear lamb, lie still;
The child is passed from harm,
'Tis the ache in your breast that broke your rest,
And the feel of an empty arm."
She put her mother aside,
"In Mary's name let be!
For the peace of my soul I must go," she said,
And she went to the calling sea.
In the heel of the wind-bit pier,
Where the twisted weed was piled,
She came to the life she had missed by an hour,
For she came to a little child.
She laid it into her breast,
And back to her mother she came,
But it would not feed and it would not heed,
Though she gave it her own child's name.
And the dead child dripped on her breast,
And her own in the shroud lay stark;
And "God forgive us, mother," she said,
"We let it die in the dark!"
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Next to the Stars
04:51
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The raven over the rainbow
Roaring and revealing
Rising restless
The raven over the rainbow
The shadow of the wings
On the pale face of heaven
Next to the stars I am
And no one else is there
Empty. Silent. Lonely.
Next to the stars I am
And no one else is there
Empty. Silent. Lonely.
Empty. Silent. Lonely.
The raven over the rainbow
Which has never existed
In the furnace of dreams
In the liquid life of mortals
The raven over the rainbow
Aiming towards the black fountains
Crushing the sense of everything
Next to the stars I am
And no one else is there
Empty. Silent. Lonely.
Next to the stars I am
And no one else is there
Empty. Silent. Lonely.
Empty. Silent. Lonely.
The raven over the rainbow
Falling helpless
Futile and wounded
The raven over the rainbow
Wasted in the yellow smiling space
In the terror of being
Next to the stars I am
And no one else is there
Empty. Silent. Lonely.
Next to the stars I am
And no one else is there
Empty. Silent. Lonely.
Empty. Silent. Lonely.
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The rain of light
Overwhelmed with sudden feeling
From another time to another dreaming
The Queen is young
She is standing in the silence
Watching something new to dim horizons
Golden dew upon your hair
Gentle smile upon your face
We will meet beyond the nowhere
In the woods of autumn blaze
The rising sun
Show her endless path of glory
Writing on the wind her endless story
The days are done
Painted by the hidden dancers
Drifting one by one with unquestioned answers
Golden dew upon your hair
Gentle smile upon your face
We will meet beyond the nowhere
In the woods of autumn blaze
I'm here again
To caress her chain of traces
To reveal the truth of the hidden places
So where and when I will touch this shining autumn
So much misery, such a heavy burden
Golden dew upon your hair...
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Noone to Follow
05:38
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Long ago, so long ago
I've found your footprints in the melting snow
Where the mists laid low
Long ago, so long ago
I've smelled your breath and wanted so much more
Where the mists laid low
Long ago, so long ago
We've loved each other desperate and slow
Where the mists laid low
We dream alone in weaving grass
We write our fate on broken glass
And there's no one to follow us
Side by side we touch the world
And feel like ravens under falling sword
Where the mists laid low
Sweet and clean we burn again
And trust each other in the golden rain
Where the mists laid low
Rest and run, distress and fun
We share together since it's all begun
Where the mists laid low
We dream alone in weaving grass
We write our fate on broken glass
And there's no one to follow us
We witnessed light so many times
That we've got tired of it at once
And there's no one to follow us
And there's no one to follow us...
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8. |
Luna
05:28
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Твои горизонты затянуты дымом...
Молитвы твои не доходят до цели...
И твоих дочерей замуж за королей
Уж не выдать - для них лишь свинцовые плети...
Только в окна луна,
Как всегда, холодна
Лишь чужим городам,
Но не нам светит...
Твои сыновья уходили неслышно...
И в окопах пустых остывали с улыбкой...
То не наша вина - всех укрыла война,
Заплатили сполна за грехи наши дети...
Только в окна луна,
Как всегда, холодна
Лишь чужим городам,
Но не нам светит...
Я вопросы тебе задавал неумело...
И пытался читать по расплывчатым знакам
На запястьях твоих силуэты живых,
Всех кого не узнал, не сберег, не заметил...
Только в окна луна,
Как всегда, холодна
Лишь чужим городам,
Но не нам светит...
Звал их по именам и по воспоминаньям...
Целовал твою смерть в почерневшие губы...
Но скрывает трава голоса и слова,
И никто не придет, и никто не ответит...
Только в окна луна,
Как всегда, холодна
Лишь чужим городам,
Но не нам светит...
Я тебя не виню, я не верю в знаменья...
В молчаливую поступь рабов и хозяев...
Наши идолы лгут, наши кони несут,
Даже боги порой попадаются в сети...
Только в окна луна,
Как всегда, холодна
И чужим городам,
Но не нам светит...
Мы с тобой, как и все, упадем и застынем...
И над нашими армиями ветви сомкнутся...
И по лицам других, молодых и живых,
Будеть петь свою песню задумчивый ветер...
Только в окна луна,
Как всегда, холодна
Лишь чужим городам,
Но не нам светит...
Только в окна луна,
Как всегда, холодна
Лишь чужим городам,
Но не нам светит...
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