мелодично

… на идните дни.

The sky was Bible black in Lyon,
when I met the Magdalene
She was paralyzed in a streetlight
She refused to give her name
And a ring of violet bruises
They were pinned upon her arm
Two hundred francs for sanctuary
and she led me by the hand
To a room of dancing shadows
where all the heartache disappears
And from glowing tongues of candles
I heard her whisper in my ear
j’entend ton coeur, j’entend ton coeur
I can hear your heart, I can hear your heart,
I can hear your heart
Hear your heart
I hear your heart

… that she’ll never tell
Don’t go, she says, but he’s sleeping
She says it to the dark
Don’t go, she sees herself rising
Dressing in silence for nothing to lose
But something keeps you faithful
When all else in you turns and runs

И един специален поздрав за Ани! :)

When there is reason
Tonight I’m awake
when there’s no answer
Arrive the Silent Man

If there is balance
tonight he’s awake
If they have to suffer
There lies the Silent Man

Shade my eyes and I can see you
White is the light that shines through the dress that you wore
She lay in the shadow of a wave
Hazy were the visions of her playing
Sunlight on her eyes but moonshine beat her blind everytime
Green is the colour of her kind
Quickness of the eye deceives the mind
Envy is the bond between the hopeful and the damned