Общее обсуждение музыки - 2 (страница 20)

White sun
Spring of wealth
Come for a good time
It's not what I have

Vibrate
Life on the line
My racing heart
Your vacant mind

If I sow a wind now
I will reap a storm
You saw me sliding away from the sun
And tomorrow
Who will come
And put their hand over mine
Mine with the burning shape of a gun

Washed out
Soul of money
Couldn't keep the fire
It's not what I do

Vibrate
Life on the line
My racing heart
It's all I find

Inside the sickness
Rest

Visions come
Visions come
In a sickroom bed
There's something left to learn

Pass them on
Let it show
Let the rich meet death
Confront our own concern

See us sleep behind the glass
Unaware of crime
Will you wake us up before it is time

The red circle holds the only light
Break down my perspective
And notify everyone when the time is right
My mouth remains inactive

So when you let me in
You let me justify my own reward
You put your hands on me
And I learn the words I didn't know before

I am ice
I am clear
Let the world be cold
Our deliberation

Pass them on
Let it show
Let the words come slow
Your constant incantation

Repeating cycle of light/no light
There's nothing in the airspace
There's no one in the airspace
Repeating cycle of love/no love

Many the green isle needs must be
In the sea of misery
Or the mariner who's so worn and won
Never thus could voyage on

Day and night, and night and day
Always drifting on his dreary way
Always been drifting on his dreary way
Closing round vessel's track

When dreamers seem to be
Weltering through eternity
And the dim low line before
Of a so dark and distant shore

Still recedes as ever still
Longing with divided will
But no power to seek or stun
He's ever drifting on and on

Over the unresponding wave
To heaven of the grave
What if there no friends will greet?
What if there no heart will ever meet?

Wanderer wherso'er he may
Can he dream before the day
To find refuge from distress
In friendship's smile and in love's caress

Many the green isle needs must be
In the sea of misery
Or the mariner who's so worn and won
Never thus could voyage on

Ay, many flowerin' island lie
In waters of wide agony
To such an island a morning was lead
My bark by soft wind piloted

Раскрытый торфяник мраком зияет
Фрагменты былого — подарок мечты
Письма из прошлого резали тело
О чём они были? — Ответ не нашли

Озеро с торфом — гробница той книги
Чьи кольца расскажут о тысячах лет
Сказитель без имени — щедрый даритель
Оставил нам тайны, неясный завет

Священное древо!
Тебя не дано нам понять
Мы будем силу черпать
Застывшего времени Мать!

Послание древних людей прочитать
Узоры на древе глазами увидеть
Рукой прикоснуться, в пропасть упасть
Составить из прошлого цепи событий

Как жемчуг со дна из древа легенды
Что матери детям уже не споют
Их ветры былого не смогут поведать
Лишь пылью забвения след заметут

Древо! Священное древо!
Тебя не дано нам понять
Мы будем силу черпать
Застывшего времени Мать!