Pictura - Ivory Tower | Текст песни

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"(Spes hide in her attic as the harmful influence of the city is overwhelming her
She tries to pluck up courage and compensate her melancholy with art)"

"Through the eyelids -
Red swells out of the roller blind
The day is dying -
Imbues my room, my soul Inside"

All waves trapped Inside
On the wall, shadows of the night will sink

"Through the eyelids -
My paltry attic hangs in peace
And a fire
Is reborn and wakes the gold Inside"

Day, death, all left outside
The lifeless attic is there to feed
Her Inner life, that escapes and sputters
Imbues the room and her Imprisoned life Inside!

No hectic pace but free
All moments coloured, no Inhuman drain

"I paint a picture to compensate demise,
A shining world where life won't crush but flowers out,
To Enter a world without decay,
Where no one's condemned to accept the fate"

Spiralling!- Freedom unfolds -
In a world of minds! - The Ivory Tower

Der weißen Wellen tosende Parade!
Im Zirkelschwung um werdendes Gebein!
Und das Empfundne strömt in Irren Sphären
Der Schöpfer Leuchten-kreisenden Gebärden

Painting - staring - sinking
Breaking through the frame

Creating far from nightmares,
Far from cities of stone
She spreads her colours, sheds light on the grey
And sets fires of gold
She's born in a world of downfall,
But opens a door to external fountains
Her mind is drowned by her creation -
Awake in your dream!

In a crude desert room,
Pretending the blankness that has been Inflicted
A perpetuate slave
Has painted a gate to the Inside of life

"Through the eyelids -
I enter spheres of Inner life
Out of the picture -
I wake up in a world of minds"

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