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Воскресенье, 13 Мая 2007 г. 11:02 + в цитатник
Katarina_Aria все записи автора Deviation

And the place was burning
Where once my cradle stood
Memories still yearning
For what my childhood took

In peaceful shelter I may rest
Just instincts of salvation
O`deviate from the within
But hate I may not feel

A nations decay within my eyes
Imploring still in vague seclusion
A tear from a child's eye- obeying still
But fate just ties together

What's my flesh ?
And what my skin ?
What my privilege ?
And what a sin ?

Have I come to stay
What I can never be ?
Have I come to beg
For a new identity ?
....to blame...

O` I have tried to fly
But I did not have wings
I have tried to speak
But I did not know how

Like a new-born child
I have tried to trust
Reaching out
But my cradle burning

A nations decay within my eyes
Imploring still in vague seclusion
A tear from a child's eye- obeying still
But fate just ties together

Just memories today
Yes, I exist, but do I also live ?
I must deviate from the within
But hate I may not feel

Eyesolation

Raindrops fall to cleanse my soul
The song of whales tear me apart
My eyes still stray along this shore
A seagulls` plaint adoring mine

My tongue too weak to speak a word
O` was I born to be misunderstood
Fingers touch, but do not feel
O` tired seem my restless eyes

So tired is my smile
In my endless depth of guilt
A cripple of my fear
And the needle serves me well

Memories now wash ashore
I feel remains of sympathy
Imagine the ability
To gather roses in winter....

Somebody
Something
Welcomed me
On the other side

Dank and gentle
Moist and soft
Almost like lone

The needle serves me well

But whom have I to blame ?
Just the cripple of my fear
Just call my disguise
The needle serves me well

The needle serves me well
But whom have I to blame ?
So tired is my smile

Was I born to astray
In my endless depth of guilt ?
Just a cripple of my fear

Just call my disguise
Just almost like love
And the needle serves me well....


Tears Of Laughter

I would be crying tears of laughter
If I could see me smile again

I still reach for the stars, but all I touch is my horizon
I still believe my eyes, but all I see is my blindness
I still reach for the stars, but all I touch is my horizon
I still believe my ears, but all I hear is lasting silence

Like a disciple of a witness
I judge upon my sacred eye
Still found the origin
In what's left of me inside

Can I call this my burden
Or is this just my dream to fly ?

Weaker, weaker every day
I forgot my urge to fly away

And is my life as bare as it is ?
Cold and lonely enough ?
Have you achieved what you were longing for ?
Sad enough this cannot be undone

I drop my eyes and shiver as I see
The reflection in the mirror of me

Have you given up, my friend ?
Forgiveness be mine

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Wollorin_Feanen   обратиться по имени Понедельник, 14 Мая 2007 г. 11:17 (ссылка)
А ещё "Floods of Tears" с альбома "Bird without Wings"...
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Katarina_Aria   обратиться по имени Понедельник, 14 Мая 2007 г. 18:16 (ссылка)
да замечательная..гениальная песня...она подтолкнула меня нашить на сумку ткань расписанную цветами..я добавила туда черных пятен..все расплылось и получилось что то непонятное :)
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