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Silvery Track
04:25
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Silvery Track
Traces
Left behind everywhere,
A cigarette butt, a lost glove
A single careless word
All those proofs
The detective of fiction finds
So shrewdly
In these planned arbitrariness
The insane obsession
Of wanting to be caught
‘Cause deep down the heart
Men are all murders
But by and large we are
Not brave enough to dare
And in self-constraint
We rather name the guilt ones.
Oh wind, wild wind, hold out your hand to us,
That slyly wipes out
The footprints of our steps.
But land has no memory
And wind just feeds on dust,
On pride of erased footsteps
And on dispersed clouds.
On all blown away marks
To rushing wants
And blood’s inflated passions
Crawls the vainglory’s slug
With its plodding telltale pace
We're nothing but
Its silvery track
That tells
“To no avail
once I crept along on earth”.
Oh wind, wild wind, hold out your hand to us,
That slyly wipes out
The footprints of our steps.
But land has no memory
And wind just feeds on dust,
On uprooted trees
And on all our wiped out marks
Oh wind, wild wind, hold out your hand to us,
That slyly wipes out
The footprints of our steps.
But land has no memory
And wind just feeds on dust,
On pride of erased footsteps
And on dispersed clouds.
On all blown away marks
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The Unfaithful One
04:56
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The Unfaithful One
Awaiting there,
The future shows up empty-handed,
Between sunrise
And sunset,
Wondering How
Did it get late so soon
Two golden hours,
Each set with sixty minutes.
Suspect each hour,
For it is a thief,
That creeps away
With more than it brings.
I spent half of time
Longing so bad
For something else,
The other half just regretting that.
The time is unfaithful itself,
To whom, who abused it.
I wasted time and now does time waste me
The sound that tells, what hour it is
Are noisy groans,
Which strike upon my heart,
Which is the bell.
What a vain show Life seemed!
The bell keeps relentless tolling:
“All is past! All are passing! All are shadows!”
Today is a passing ghost.
Waiting is an exercise of faith.
As if you could kill time
Without injuring eternity
The time is unfaithful itself,
To whom, who abused it.
I wasted time and now does time waste me
The sound that tells, what hour it is
Are noisy groans,
Which strike upon my heart,
Which is the bell.
The time is unfaithful itself,
To whom, who abused it.
I betrayed time and now time betrays me
The sound that tells, what hour it is
Are noisy groans,
Which strike upon my heart,
Which is the bell.
The tolling bell
Time, the tolling bell.
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Concrete Hives
05:41
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Concrete Hives
Rain
Rain on these grey lives
Blind walls for
Contiguous loneliness
Rain
Swarms
In barren honeycomb
Of nightly homes,
Of concrete hives.
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Exile
04:01
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Exile
Out beyond right and wrong
Out beyond light and dark
Somewhere there’s a meadow
Somewhere there’s a meadow
I will wait for you there
I will meet you out there
When the earth wakes with a misty yawn
And all humming shadows ignite in the dawn.
While we’ll be lying down in that grass
While we’ll be lying down in that grass
The world will be too full to talk about
A silence oath to the undying sun.
Out beyond right and wrong
There’s a field of violated vows
Where fleeting dreams and germinal thoughts
Gild our exile as the flaming dawn.
While we’ll be lying down in that grass
While we’ll be lying down in that grass
The world will be too full to talk about
A silence oath to the undying sun.
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A Different Blue
03:38
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A different blue
I am trying
To recall my true shade
Before it fades
As the world is colour blind
There are still a few things,
That I don’t have any clue,
In every sea, in every spring
A different blue
For still there’re a few things,
That I shall never know
Beyond the mist, each winter brings
A different blue glow
How these walls change,
Slowly, shade as morning comes
Like a lighted stage
On which I dance
Just to dare the dark
There are still a few things,
That I don’t have any clue,
In every sea, in every spring
A different blue
For still there’re a few things,
That I shall never know
Beyond the mist, each winter brings
A different blue glow.
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Dust
03:32
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Dust
Art is a struggle
Between Spirit and Dust.
“Dissolve” - says Dust
Spirit answers
“Blow away”.
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