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Monochrome Memories
03:31
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1. Monochrome Memories
He darkens her door, a shadow of a love long past – and perhaps better forgotten – but those unwelcome memories come to the fore anyway, unaccompanied by any sense of nostalgia or forgiveness but met with jaded resolve.
Lies ... as they burn, ringing in my ears,
now return, stinging, all those years
followed you, standing at my door. Now I have nothing to believe and I’m through listening anymore...
Love ... fallen hard, dreaming of the Moon
Now the scarred echo of a wound
bleeds again, streaming in the cold and though it was fitfully asleep Now awake, stirring in my soul...
I’d have given up my life just to see you standing in the light ... just to feel you breathing in the night...
Love, tossed aside, scattered on the floor
Like my pride, battered and ignored
in the dust, shapeless and obscured and now I have nothing to believe Hidden thus, faceless void and blurred...
Now I see everything shaded gray...
Monochrome memories fade away...
Now I see everything shaded gray... (bathed in pale moonlit glow shining down) Monochrome memories fade away... (like a veil falling slow to the ground)
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Ptichka
07:51
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2. Ptichka
(Лети, птичка, лети... >> Leti, ptichka, leti... >> Fly, little bird, fly...)
Not the moon drawing on me with a piece of chalk, Nor a bird on the branch waiting for a Spring Not the mocker nor the mocked
Or an elvish song in MP3
Nothing, nothing...
Not all the scientists with their nerdy telescopes Not a home-bird, nor a skipper who crossed the globe Nothing meets eternity...
Лети, птичка, лети ... лети...
Not the symbolism of a tiny leaf
Not a boundless sky, neither a forest nor a tree, Not Egon Schiele nor Archip Kuindży Neither Vrubel’s lilacs nor all his demons Nothing, nothing...
Mais j’ai un peu d’espoir Un bel et mince espoir Лети, птичка, лети ... лети...
В поисках тепла и света Маюсь я, но что-то в этом есть От меня и то и это Зимний город прячет где-то здесь
Лети, птичка, лети ... лети...
Not the moon drawing on me with a piece of chalk, Nor a bird on the branch waiting for a Spring Лети, птичка, лети ... лети...
Not the mocker nor the mocked
Or an elvish song in MP3
Лети...
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Nihil Tactum
04:14
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2. Ptichka
(Лети, птичка, лети... >> Leti, ptichka, leti... >> Fly, little bird, fly...)
Not the moon drawing on me with a piece of chalk, Nor a bird on the branch waiting for a Spring Not the mocker nor the mocked
Or an elvish song in MP3
Nothing, nothing...
Not all the scientists with their nerdy telescopes Not a home-bird, nor a skipper who crossed the globe Nothing meets eternity...
Лети, птичка, лети ... лети...
Not the symbolism of a tiny leaf
Not a boundless sky, neither a forest nor a tree, Not Egon Schiele nor Archip Kuindży Neither Vrubel’s lilacs nor all his demons Nothing, nothing...
Mais j’ai un peu d’espoir Un bel et mince espoir Лети, птичка, лети ... лети...
В поисках тепла и света Маюсь я, но что-то в этом есть От меня и то и это Зимний город прячет где-то здесь
Лети, птичка, лети ... лети...
Not the moon drawing on me with a piece of chalk, Nor a bird on the branch waiting for a Spring Лети, птичка, лети ... лети...
Not the mocker nor the mocked
Or an elvish song in MP3
Лети...
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For You
06:50
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4. For You
Raise the tearful eyes of yours and look. The sky is blue The sky is doomed ... but today it shines for you For you...
Empty the cup. Play your part. Someday there will be nothing left of you Someday the fungi will eat you to the forest but today
You eat the mushroom
Raise the tearful eyes of yours and look. The sea is blue The sea is doomed ... but today it sings for you
For you...
Someday your bones, as white as snow, will decorate the room for roots and worms Someday your tooth will be anchored by roots
But today you bite the fruit
Raise the tearful eyes of yours and look. The sea is blue... Raise the tearful eyes of yours, raise your eyes... Raise the tearful eyes of yours and look. The sea is blue...
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Latibulate
04:39
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5. Latibulate
One will live, to live is the rarest thing in the world
Most people exist and that is all
My skull is in a vice; the more you speak, the less I understand you Due to my defy, I’m an ivy on your wall
Mute as a growing weed, a desire to love, to live, is a shield,
I latibulate in serenity...
A life turned upside-down...
The things I love, things I’m sick of, don’t have a place in this world
My skull is in a vice; the more you speak, the less I understand you Due to my defy, I’m an ivy on your wall
Mute as a growing weed, a desire to love, to live, is a shield,
I latibulate in serenity...
From this life I’m expecting everything, I require it Though it may hurt and sear...
I wish to sink in silence; I’ve had enough of this Impose it on others; words don’t bring peace...
One will live, to live is the rarest thing in the world
Most people exist and that is all
My skull is in a vice; the more you speak, the less I understand you Due to my defy, I’m an ivy on your wall
Mute as a growing weed, a desire to love, to live, is a shield,
I latibulate in serenity...
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