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MoodNeedless renewalWinter’s blow it’s frozen grace A crying violin Strings are trembling, raining chant. Play for this melancholy Play for all that can not be Just a moment for return Make me die, just for another time Notes from a sorrow, lead me high Screaming all that I can not see Angel’s bent to me Spring of ancient, mortal roses Chained memory Hollow into ruined gardens Play my bleeding violin Play for take me to the quiet Just a moment for return Make me die do it caressing me Deceive my depriving Cast dreaminess prevail Music is falling on my hart My bramble wait forgotten rain. Deceive and kiss my hand Deceive and lull my dirge The trees of childhood slowly rise The branch of life embrace the storm. Bleeding stroke, lull my dirge. How many words are burned? Along the our tales Rewind your loom and turn to other page Strings, are tear the faces of cloud Horizon fall inside the hills. My notes the ages along my jail Another face, another mask… The mask of opera. Deceive my depriving Cast dreaminess prevail Music is falling on my hart My bramble wait forgotten rain. Deceive and kiss my hand Deceive and lull my dirge Until the season claim it’s rage Begins the swallow coming back Slaughter mind, rebel you to life And take this note…for me... for God… Nothing, nothing, around my shout Please row me…another mask Nothing, nothing, around my shout Please row me…another face. |