Listen to the Quiet one

It's coming back now,

Back to the center,

Rest in twilight.

Talking in a different language,

Clear and delightful,

There's no translation.

Raised in wonder,

Shot in the back;

This is The Central calling,

This is the answer:

Listen to The Quiet One.

No need to worry

No need to hide

No way from the front line

Alone in the darkness

All the connections' been cut.

So I drank myself

Down to be up again

This is a different chapter

Written for your friends and lovers

This is the answer:

Listen to The Quiet One.

CAN'T STOP REPEATING YOUR NAME

Days of wine, days of roses -

They are here again, brought by summer haze.

The world inside of me was split and bored and fighting -

But now it stands still, silent and amazed.

Words will come later,

They will surely come, if I will need them still;

If blessed are promises given to be broken -

How more so You, love, for You're the Love fulfilled.

And I can't stop repeating Your Name,

Can't stop repeating Your Name;

You are The One, who make me shine like the sun,

Keep me forever in flame -

Never the same again -

I can't stop repeating Your Name.

BEAUTIFUL BLUE TRAIN

It was a beautiful night, when I was talking to My Lord;

I said: "Oh my, Omniscient One, tell me, why I'm tired and bored?"

He said - Shut up and listen,

You know - words are all in vain;

Just check your soul for this blue train.

Why don't we get outside, before it is too late,

You don't want to be stuck where the doctors and the lawyers

lie in wait

Take me out tonight - I'm tired of being alone;

And beautiful blue train will take us home.

You know, sometimes I feel like part of my body is made of steel

And then I think of all the little girls gone beneath its wheels:

Alright then, who's that dancing round this human pole?

And our beautiful blue train will take them home.

It was a beautiful night, and I was talking to My Lord,

I said - Lord, what You've been telling me is not what

I was taugh

He said - Do you think I really care

Where is that you roam?

Cause my beautiful blue train will take you home.

ANNIE OF THE NIGHTINGALES

It was the time, when nothing was right,

Time, when nothing was wrong;

When ballerinas fly in the wind -

This time is now.

And it's written in the dark ways.

Written on the white halls,

Written in the cracks of the sky,

And it says...

It was awhile since the baby was born,

Awhile, since the story was told,

Awhile - and then it happens again;

And it happens now;

And I can see it in the dark ways,

And I can see it on the flyovers,

I can see it in the whites of your eyes;

And it spells out:

Annie Of The Nightingales.

And she goes...

Дата добавления: 2015-08-05