Pictura - Spheres [EP] {2010} | Текст песни

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• Pictura
• Spheres [EP] {2010}

Skies are full of blue,
Green without an end.
Man-high flowers wave,
Blurring in the wind.

"Oh, where am I?
Why do I wake up in this open countryside?
Where's my room? Where's the painting?
I'm left here without a clue."

Vales and glittering seas,
Paths without an end?
Pleasure flowers out,
Shelters her from fear.

Oh, she moves from the humid grove.
And looks down from the hills -
Forests, seas, deserts, edge to edge -
Arcadian dream of spheres.

Endless worlds unfold,
Widths beyond belief.
A world of varieties,
Harmony within.

"I recognize this river
In this bright sylvan zone.
There's a glimmer of gold in the stream,
attracts my attention.

The skies dwell in their freedom,
Pour it out to the glade.
I shiver from a delight,
As I reach to the flow."

JOY, BEAUTIFUL SPARK OF THE GODS,
DAUGHTER OF ELYSIUM, EXHILARATED WITH YOUR FIRE,
HEAVENLY BEING, WE ENTER THY SANCTUARY.

"The sky fills up all my disorder,
Imbues my soul and heart in colors.
Come on, embrace me, celebration.
Your magic power reunites my being with life!

Bring me salvation,
Here in arcadian dream.

Welcome, great good fortune!
Here in arcadia I cheer.
It seems that joy flows with the water:
A manifestation - touch - experience!

Raise - you inner painting!
Raise - you inner spark!
Raise - all you heavenly sanctuary!
Overwhelming! A wind comes up!

Weiße Welt, umarme mich und nimm
Mich auf in ewiges gebanntes Treiben!
Vermag ich auf zu deinen Sphären steigen
Und mein in deinem Wellenschlag entleiben.

Dann, weiße Welt, umschließe mich, verweile
An meiner Brust und Quell aus mir, treibe
Die starre Wüstenei aus meinem Leibe,
Dass ich mein buntes Feuer mit dir teile!
"It shines so bright,
The fire roars in me!
The winds of drive surround me!
The sky above clears up!

Oh, here am I!
Iron chains -
The boundary of life - fades away.
This holy place of emotions
heals me - I 'm reborn!"

Mein Geist entwindet sich frei in silberner Wolken Höhe.
Zum sphärischen Klang gefühlsbeseelter Landschaften
Schwindet die Schwermut der Last.
Wer schuf mir den Gang, eine Brücke der Einsamen,
In diese ewige Welt?
Unendliche, heilige, ewige Welt - nur du kannst es sein.