Weaving threads at dawn is the silence around
With the golden light, morning and harmony comes
The singing wind seeks Pan, awakening him
Rays from his eyes will guide the sun to find everything
Upon the dewy grass, alone he will pass
(Deep inside the forest there are poems that no one is able to find)
Breathing the colours and let them ascend to the sky
Upon the dewy grass, alone he will pass
(Deep inside the forest thеre are poems that no onе is able to find)
From the god of the leafy green, now hear an unsung lament
(In grief I roam the forest...)
What he has told the trees at night, morning born he will not tell
(I will preserve the secret...)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Arcadia praise its mountain for him
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Arcadia praise its mountain for him
Echoes call from the battle of Typhon and Zeus, raging within
(Remember, remember...)
They are drawn to the surface, rising
(Ah! Remember, what is your fate? Remember)
To the glance to form a view of his own eternity
(Remember, remember)
Lord of the wild, shepherds and nature unbound
Joining the nymphs as spring seduces winter to pass
Pointing horns of goat, see them gracing his head
Feel the infernal fury of beast and of man
Lord of the wild, shepherds and nature unbound
Joining the nymphs as spring seduces winter to pass
Goddess of the moon Selene - shines to once again attract him
All fertility concealed inside brings fire to ash
(Tell me, can you see me by the moonlight I am yours)
In peace for a moment, he is caressing the sky
And the flute made in honour of his beloved Syrinx
He closes both his eyes
Puts down his flute in silence, hearing her voice call unto him
Walking in solitude eternal and divine
For to venture on alone destined you are
Pictures of yesterday, no memories
Chase the singing wind tomorrow and another age will trace the sun
Pan hear me!
I hear you but tell me now
When stars begin to falter, where am I as I am not here?
Reborn to the human soul
Suprantu tokį požiūrį... Tačiau tokiais atvejais aš visada sakau bandyti žiūrėti į šviesiąją pusę. Geriau džiaugtis, kad buvo, kad teko pabūti koncertuose (jei teko), o neliūdėti, kad išėjo (ar neužsibūti su mintimi per ilgai, kad išėjo).
O man dabar ir a-ha asocijusis tik su tamsa. Daugiau koncertų nebus. Arba ryšis kam nors panašaus kaip Ozis. Diagnozė ta pati. Tai darosi sunku klausyt savo mylimiausių. O ir šiaip niūrios mintys apnikę
Niekada normaliai taip ir nepanagrinėjau jų muzikos, apart visiems žinomų pasaulinių hitų nelabai ką žinau apie juos, bet music'e jie ganėtnai mėgstami, tai vis nugirstu ir kitas dainas, kurios sufleruoja, kad galbūt jie daugiau nei tik hitai.
Gaila. Man Minor Eart | Major Sky patiko būtent tos, sakykim, niūresnės, dainos. To Let You Win, Little Black Heart, Thought That It Was You, I Won't Forget Her tikrai yra labiau nei titulinė ar Summer Moved On. Gal todėl, kad taip ir nenugrotos.
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