专辑歌词
1. Tales of Men and Tree
By the salty shore By the ocean's tide Where cold waters flow And the waves run wild Where the icy needles Bite the spring-freshed air Where the crystal wind Howling in despair And the lands are rooted By the ancient trees And their silent whisper Tells of life and peace There on leave-trod grounds 'Neath green-painted hills Between silver-wreathed ribbons And daffodils
At the Goddess gesture At Her lazy whim At unspoken question At the wows dim Green-eyed men were created Autumn-souled and misery-fated
For they dreamed of magic By that salty shore Spreading words nostalgic And they dreamed no more And the trees forgot them Sea erased their time But for carved in stone Leaves embroidered rhyme
And their tales lay hidden Since their days are old In farewell unbidden Veiled truths foretold By the misty ocean By the sea-crushed shore Spirits of emotion Softly tread once more
By the salty shore By the ocean's tide Where cold waters flow And the waves run wild...
2. The Starfall of the Nevermore
To the infinite sorrow of thine To the hardly perceptible gate To the shining of eyes so divine That is where I'm laying my fate For the innocent rain of thy tears Will be now dried away by my dreams And the load of our sadness I'll bear To unknown and forsaken realms
When I'm peering desperately Into the empty sky Or when the night dries out at once My tears uncried And I'm seeking something That it never found And when eternal sorrow's elegant And so profound
Thou will give of me the star of thy crown To be placed on my pallid forehead It will burn all my dread visions down And I wonder the path of the dead It will cut all my soul wounds again With its radiant ice-sharpened rays And in musical beauty my pain For a second enlightenes world's ways
When I am torn within The starfall of the nevermore When I am ripping off my soul Sophisticated ardour And tearing within my thoughts And bleeding ennui That is to be the time I'm waiting thee to come to me
To the infinite sorrow of thine That is to be the time To the hardly perceptable gate I'm waiting thee To the shining of eyes so divine To come to me That is where I'm laying my fate To come to me To come to me
3. Serpents in the Dawn
Shifted back to worse No more flowers in return All is left to fall and burn Faceless and reversed Silver threads across my head Dress myself in crimson red No more stars above No more voices can be heard Rusty shield and broken sword Fill my heart with love Not again with empty hand Just another painful end
Not a warrior Not a hero, not a slave Just another nameless grave Cross the barrier All is written and denied Just a shadow in the night
Every single stone On the tender angel's wing Just another suffering Serpents in the dawn Always looking for the prize No more sun for open eyes Every single world Every single darkness fall On the silence of it all No more shining world In the sorrow-poisoned sky All is written and denied
Not a warrior Not a hero, not a slave Just another nameless grave Cross the barrier All is written and denied Just a shadow in the night
4. The Gift of the Sea
The dead child lay in the shroud, And the widow watched beside; And her mother slept, and the Channel swept The gale in the teeth of the tide.
But the mother laughed at all. "I have lost my man in the sea, And the child is dead. Be still," she said, "What more can ye do to me?"
The widow watched the dead, And the candle guttered low, And she tried to sing the Passing Song That bids the poor soul go.
And "Mary take you now," she sang, "That lay against my heart." And "Mary smooth your crib to-night," But she could not say "Depart."
Then came a cry from the sea, But the sea-rime blinded the glass, And "Heard ye nothing, mother?" she said, "'Tis the child that waits to pass."
And the nodding mother sighed. "'Tis a lambing ewe in the whin, For why should the christened soul cry out That never knew of sin?"
"O feet I have held in my hand, O hands at my heart to catch, How should they know the road to go, And how should they lift the latch?"
They laid a sheet to the door, With the little quilt atop, That it might not hurt from the cold or the dirt, But the crying would not stop.
The widow lifted the latch And strained her eyes to see, And opened the door on the bitter shore To let the soul go free.
There was neither glimmer nor ghost, There was neither spirit nor spark, And "Heard ye nothing, mother?" she said, "'Tis crying for me in the dark."
And the nodding mother sighed: "'Tis sorrow makes ye dull; Have ye yet to learn the cry of the tern, Or the wail of the wind-blown gull?"
"The terns are blown inland, The gray gull follows the plough. 'Twas never a bird, the voice I heard, O mother, I hear it now!"
"Lie still, dear lamb, lie still; The child is passed from harm, 'Tis the ache in your breast that broke your rest, And the feel of an empty arm."
She put her mother aside, "In Mary's name let be! For the peace of my soul I must go," she said, And she went to the calling sea.
In the heel of the wind-bit pier, Where the twisted weed was piled, She came to the life she had missed by an hour, For she came to a little child.
She laid it into her breast, And back to her mother she came, But it would not feed and it would not heed, Though she gave it her own child's name.
And the dead child dripped on her breast, And her own in the shroud lay stark; And "God forgive us, mother," she said, "We let it die in the dark!"
5. Next to the Stars
The raven over the rainbow Roaring and revealing Rising restless The raven over the rainbow The shadow of the wings On the pale face of heaven
Next to the stars I am And no one else is there Empty. Silent. Lonely. Next to the stars I am And no one else is there Empty. Silent. Lonely. Empty. Silent. Lonely.
The raven over the rainbow Which has never existed In the furnace of dreams In the liquid life of mortals The raven over the rainbow Aiming towards the black fountains Crushing the sense of everything
Next to the stars I am And no one else is there Empty. Silent. Lonely. Next to the stars I am And no one else is there Empty. Silent. Lonely. Empty. Silent. Lonely.
The raven over the rainbow Falling helpless Futile and wounded The raven over the rainbow Wasted in the yellow smiling space In the terror of being
Next to the stars I am And no one else is there Empty. Silent. Lonely. Next to the stars I am And no one else is there Empty. Silent. Lonely. Empty. Silent. Lonely.
6. The Woods of Autumn Blaze
The rain of light Overwhelmed with sudden feeling From another time to another dreaming The Queen is young She is standing in the silence Watching something new to dim horizons
Golden dew upon your hair Gentle smile upon your face We will meet beyond the nowhere In the woods of autumn blaze
The rising sun Show her endless path of glory Writing on the wind her endless story The days are done Painted by the hidden dancers Drifting one by one with unquestioned answers
Golden dew upon your hair Gentle smile upon your face We will meet beyond the nowhere In the woods of autumn blaze
I'm here again To caress her chain of traces To reveal the truth of the hidden places So where and when I will touch this shining autumn So much misery, such a heavy burden
Golden dew upon your hair...
7. Noone to Follow
Long ago, so long ago I've found your footprints in the melting snow Where the mists laid low Long ago, so long ago I've smelled your breath and wanted so much more Where the mists laid low Long ago, so long ago We've loved each other desperate and slow Where the mists laid low
We dream alone in weaving grass We write our fate on broken glass And there's no one to follow us
Side by side we touch the world And feel like ravens under falling sword Where the mists laid low Sweet and clean we burn again And trust each other in the golden rain Where the mists laid low Rest and run, distress and fun We share together since it's all begun Where the mists laid low
We dream alone in weaving grass We write our fate on broken glass And there's no one to follow us
We witnessed light so many times That we've got tired of it at once And there's no one to follow us And there's no one to follow us...
8. Luna
Твои горизонты затянуты дымом... Молитвы твои не доходят до цели... И твоих дочерей замуж за королей Уж не выдать - для них лишь свинцовые плети... Только в окна луна, Как всегда, холодна Лишь чужим городам, Но не нам светит...
Твои сыновья уходили неслышно... И в окопах пустых остывали с улыбкой... То не наша вина - всех укрыла война, Заплатили сполна за грехи наши дети... Только в окна луна, Как всегда, холодна Лишь чужим городам, Но не нам светит...
Я вопросы тебе задавал неумело... И пытался читать по расплывчатым знакам На запястьях твоих силуэты живых, Всех кого не узнал, не сберег, не заметил... Только в окна луна, Как всегда, холодна Лишь чужим городам, Но не нам светит...
Звал их по именам и по воспоминаньям... Целовал твою смерть в почерневшие губы... Но скрывает трава голоса и слова, И никто не придет, и никто не ответит... Только в окна луна, Как всегда, холодна Лишь чужим городам, Но не нам светит...
Я тебя не виню, я не верю в знаменья... В молчаливую поступь рабов и хозяев... Наши идолы лгут, наши кони несут, Даже боги порой попадаются в сети... Только в окна луна, Как всегда, холодна И чужим городам, Но не нам светит...
Мы с тобой, как и все, упадем и застынем... И над нашими армиями ветви сомкнутся... И по лицам других, молодых и живых, Будеть петь свою песню задумчивый ветер... Только в окна луна, Как всегда, холодна Лишь чужим городам, Но не нам светит...
Только в окна луна, Как всегда, холодна Лишь чужим городам, Но не нам светит...
