Romowe Rikoito - Āustras Swāikstan | Текст песни

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As gīwa ikāigi ka tēr aulaūwuns… Ni ast kraujā en māise gīslimans, šlāits timran.
Asma ni istwindau, enkērmenints izgūntniks, wisēimans swettis, kas ni perlānke ni prei ainuntan en swītamans.
As laukīwuns izēisenin en utōpijai be engaūwuns ainuntan glandan en Apōkalipsei.
Erminūtiskai as asma ebīmtan sēn ainan – sen pamestans dāusans.
Kāigi as būlai giwīwuns, ka as būlai segīwuns šlāits šins uppins?
Ukalāukaisis kīsmus en māise gīwatai – kaddan as dirēi ēn tenans.
Melanchōlija ast ilgisnā prei kitawīdan swītan. Ikāi nikwēigi as ni waīda, ka ast sta per swītan.
Nīkewingi gremiskan pāustan en erainassei kērmenes kūrin – sta ast stāi Melanchōlija.
Māise deiktāi, māise taweīns ast stāi nibūtisku, kwāi, pa mīstikerins, astits būwusi pirzdau Dēiwan.
Māise ainatīngi pakwaitisnā wisaddan bei izmirstāi deiwāi be paustāi alkāi.
Lamman māiseisan tītin be prōtitin – as pīda di en krāujai, ēn sen enimmušai wissans šans spellaukstins.
Timmars upjains dāngs: ikāigi māise āumens izdāst si per firmamēntan.
Mes wisāi gīwamai sen gallas ilgisnan be gēidamai na āustras swāikstan.

I live as if I just died. No blood in my veins, but darkness. I'm not from here, embodied outcast, a stranger to everybody, the one who does not belong to anyone in the world. I was looking for access to the utopias and found solace only in the Apocalypse. Every minute I'm covered with one thing : a lost paradise. How would I live, what would I do without these clouds? The brightest time of my life is when I´m looking at them. Melancholy is a longing for another world. Although I never knew what kind of world it is.
Fatal melodious emptiness in every cell of the body - it is melancholy. My places, my homeland is the non-existence, which, according to the mystics, was found before God. My constant passion are forgotten gods and empty sanctuaries. The collapse of my grandfathers and great grandfathers I bear in blood, that absorbed all these fragments. Dark cloudy sky looks as if my consciousness personifies the firmament. We all live in a longing for death, and wait for the light the dawn.

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