Ataraxia - Wind At Mount Elo [2014] - 07. Lost Cosmonaut | Текст песни

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Lost Cosmonaut

May it be true
that the last thing we think of
before falling
is the substance
in which we rest
all time allowed to us
between one life and the other?
and the other....
and the other....

And is it that thing
that colours our dreams
light or dark?
Does anyone know?
Does anyone know?

I saw a white boat
sailing
sailing
sailing
sailing
Now, I dream music.

Wide-open eyes
crystal windows
sparkling stars
able to await
pure gifts
advancing
advancing
spread-winged
advancing
and sparkling

I sink my hands
into the earth
I smell my hands
rising clear
May it be true?
Does anyone know?
May it be true?