The sunshine from behind the high clouds, Becomes glory and laudation itself, Dances on whole world The truth of all creatures Which are breating on the earth, Like the wind from south, Burns passionately in everyone's heart. Lucidity, like river of morning, Takes them and flies over the world Of splendor and nobility. The season of purity,
Oh. My flesh and blood in abyss Is too Scandalous to walk on crooning stones. My flesh and blood in abyss My silence can answer as a pain. My hands left with starvation can sayest only chaos, My eyes are shattering by wind like sand In a broken sandglass. Horrible my body! Close my eyes on the battlefield, open my eyes on the dead. My time left, it looks like a broken sandglass as my eyes.
Soprano: Please, don't deride thyself. Don't be in agony. On the morrow, I will bring thou to a sea of morning and kiss thy spirit. Don't be afraid, do not suffer. Sky will spread wings on thy shoulder, bring thou to my embrace. Everlasting light, just follow my light.
Choir: Look at me My flesh and blood breaths in abyss Look at me My flesh and blood talks as pain Just follow your shadow Look at me My flesh and blood breaths in abyss Look at me My flesh and blood talks as pain Just follow your shadow
The thorn of completeness pierces me, The blood what I bleed, It will be grace and praise for them, Dance under the whole world. I will embrace the fire of beauty as a triumph wreath, Burn my flesh, Dedicate ash of truth to them. Genial wind takes my flesh And blood to cliff falling eternally. For the morrow! For the morrow what I see!
Soprano: can I be adopted one the morrow what I see Like a voice from wind of dreary highland
Can I answer in truthful dialogue? Can I go? Can I be adopted one the morrow what I see? Their grace is crystalline tower for me? Beings of genuine beauty never touch and approach.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
