Catharsis - Pro Memoria | Текст песни

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I pass my way through pictures of her cries
And pain in my scarred soul's like clouds in skies
I recognize my guilt... it's my fault... but
I see dark sufferings breaking fender heart

My life paints black, I can't live it right
Cold winds of sorrow blow in the night
I see the gates with painter-draw landscapes
I follow "it" to path that leads away

I feel the dawn
My cage is left
You go towards the lawn
Avoiding inner death

You made me be alone
For better love you strive
You're free of soul stone
I'm free of soul life

I ask my angel: "where is the key?"
(shadows of deeds in past don't let me be)
"Your painful sins will make your cold soul dead
You are to confess" n "to pray, my son", – he said

My mind recalls the circle of black swans
They whirled around the lake and chose wax dolls
Which symbolized the torment of her heart
Dark birds were silent waiting for the judge

I feel the dawn
My cage is left
You go towards the lawn
Avoiding inner death

You made me be alone
For better love you strive
You're free of soul stone
I'm free of soul life

(it wasn't recorded on the album... why?):
The lord came in, sky-dwellers took wax forms
I never thought in past so cruel I was
My sentence was to distimate remains
In land of tears where sorrow always reigns

I suddenly appeared amid the rocks
My hearing recognized how dead's soul knocks
I was condemned to wander'n'to regret
Fulfilling duties of all who made sad

I feel the dawn
My cage is left
You go towards the lawn
Avoiding inner death

You made me be alone
For better love you strive
You're free of soul stone
I'm free of soul life

(it wasn't recorded on the album... why?):
I won't forget dark ghosts accusing me
Judge and his silent words: "defense?.." – "will be..."
I cried and whispered, than my question came:
"Would she be happy?" ...he was banned to say

When stars of night reflected in the sea
Are mocked by romantic they try to flee
They hide in waves, repugnant to their fate…
I understood his words, it was too late…

Chorus. (I think it is placed here.)

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