- Лицензия
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- Над треком работали
- Татьяна Каневская, Елена Каневская, Сергей Никоноров
- Альбом
- The Door to a Parallel World
- Студия
- Wanderers Records
- Текст
- Be it so! These endless heights,
Stern, attracting, covered with ice.
Luminous stars over vast crevasses
Cleaving cold like grave immortal glaciers.
What's the practical sense and the goal?
It's inside — this peremptory call.
One idea drives demented
Now sanity can't be mended
at all.
Your soul flew away with the roamer-wind
When you broke down in your mad endeavour,
You eagered to be too close to Heavens
And you remained there for ever.
In solemnity of woeful dawns
There's hidden deep silent mourn.
Rocks like idols — severe and dire —
Meet the soul aspiring higher.
Sudden fear — now lie on stones,
And fatigue — that spreads to the bones,
Strength drainage with fits of confusion
Facing live some dizzy illusion.
The aching heart stopped still like the sea after storm
When you lost control in your mad endeavour,
You eagered to be too close to Heavens
And you remained there for ever.
In the depth of skies you saw the light,
You felt off your head and cried "Oh, Savior!.."
You were too close to Heavens,
And you remained there for ever.