Towards Rusted Soil - A Landscape Slumbering | Текст песни

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• Towards Rusted Soil
• A Landscape Slumbering

Welcome to a realm of passing
Existing since your existence
A passing time in timelessness

Abstraction of reality
The anxiety of long departures
Bitter seasons of longing

A soft curtain of silent demise
Falling shadow on your forehead
Look, my beloved – the landscape slumbering!
Oh, I remember every moment
’Neath this seam of eternal
Ceaseless, ceaseless, ceaseless present:

…I see the rounded mirror of my absence in you
still I stop short in this backpicture
though your words dropped away
are shivering in your eyes -
an autumnal light unfolding, blunting
in wovendark lakes – never to be forgotten
an unfolding autumnal light
I shall never forget!…

Oh, the drifting memories
Glowing embers in my heart
Falling through the morning light
Toward a distant ocean

So enter to a realm of passing
Existing since your existence

Abstraction of reality
The loneliness of old departures
Bitter seasons of longing

A soft curtain of silent demise
Falling shadow on my forehead
Look my beloved – the landscape already slumbering!