"Музыка стала отражением нас самих, той ярости и беспокойства сидевшего в нас."
"Музыка стала отражением нас самих, той ярости и беспокойства сидевшего в нас."
You, who like the moon at night
Haunted my mortal heart...
You who made these ancient walls
Shine like divine marblee
The unwanted breath – through creedence
A derelict shell in the desert
– Mesmerized –
As love inflamed the night
Burning tongues brought the rain
The sand remained – purified
Murmur at the meager's spear
Battered Cartagian pride
The beloved cry – wasted dismay
Invasion of baseness and shade
You, loved by your father
Innocent as a vestal – dove
Buried in a deep blue sea
As we all lose – ever