1. |
Impermanence
04:47
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2. |
Shroud of Flowers
07:09
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Dying when the sun goes down,
dying over the waves, facing the sky,
where agony is like a dream.
My soul: a bird embracing its flight
Silence forever.
I will hear
no more cries.
Dying when all light
has faded into the night.
I will be the sun
slowly drowning in the sea.
(x2)
Dying, and young;
before time
raises its crown,
when life says
"I am yours".
Dying when all light
has faded into the night.
I will be the sun
slowly drowning in the sea.
(x2)
Mother, I'm tired and craving to sleep.
I want to rest my head on your chest.
Open your arms,
and may flowers grow
on my grave.
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3. |
Luna Errante
05:09
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Tonight, the moon is dreaming.
Deep in thought, she sheds her tears.
I watch over her silent wandering,
as a lover.
The caress of her pale hands
is surrounded by phantoms.
Through my window, she shines in sorrow.
A cold embrace.
In her arms, she holds my sleep,
the mere beating of my heart.
Lonely nights and quiet longing
await for her.
In the vastness of these black skies.
when all stars have died,
you'll be all and nothing.
Our eternal slumber.
And together, as shadows,
we will find our peace.
We will bloom in darkness
like roses for the dead.
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4. |
Autumn Sonata
06:14
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How long will we wait in the cold
numbing our hearts?
Farewall, greenness of the mountains.
All lost in time.
Wind blows, deep into the forest.
Trees red like fire.
Echoes of these distant voices
dwell in the wild.
Should we leave or stay?
The time has come to sail beyond.
Behind our eyes
the leaves are falling.
The perfume of my soul,
deep as graves, will fill the air.
In this burial ground,
no light escapes.
In the bleak day of my twilight,
tears shall fill my eyes,
for I will have found...
home.
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5. |
Dead Leaves (Coda)
01:16
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6. |
Mist of Memories
04:00
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In my silent meditations,
the past comes clear as day.
I regret what I couldn't keep.
I disappear in gray mist.
And my mind, unused to grasp the present,
yearns for a place hidden in time.
This heart is calm as sleeping lakes
when it lurks in long reveries.
The music vibrates deep within,
remorse awakens and sings in sorrow.
A ghostly presence looks through the window.
The pictures burn and leave a scar.
There is no cure for this disease,
a part of hell which God can't heal.
But my spirit rots faster than flesh,
between heaven and earth.
The trees outside no longer live,
no trace left of their voices.
Damned to wander alone,
all I have is the company of myself.
There is no cure for this disease,
a part of hell which God can't heal.
But my spirit rots faster than flesh,
between heaven and earth.
The exit lies
between heaven and earth.
Suspended in time,
my spirit rots.
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7. |
Roses fanées
06:15
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J'ai plus de souvenirs que si j'avais mille ans.
Un gros meuble à tiroirs encombré de bilans,
De vers, de billets doux, de procès, de romances,
Avec de lourds cheveux roulés dans des quittances,
Cache moins de secrets que mon triste cerveau.
C'est une pyramide, un immense caveau,
Qui contient plus de morts que la fosse commune.
— Je suis un cimetière abhorré de la lune,
Où comme des remords se traînent de longs vers
Qui s'acharnent toujours sur mes morts les plus chers.
Je suis un vieux boudoir plein de roses fanées,
Où gît tout un fouillis de modes surannées,
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8. |
The End of All Things
08:08
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When constellations become astray
and monuments erode,
and all life gasps for air,
we'll follow the fate of the stars.
Ending with a whimper,
in solitude and dark.
Stellar corpses float in silence,
and their ashes come to naught.
Secrets locked away forever,
yet time has just begun.
The ticking resonates
in empty space.
The sky shines with their absence.
As they vanish, they glow in glory.
All rips apart at the seams
and bathes the universe in an ocean of light...
one last time.
Time becomes meaningless,
eternal and unchanging.
Time becomes meaningless,
forever.
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