The Star, Engish version. |
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The Star, Engish version. |
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The Star. Verse 1: Mirrors of april skies Drown in whiteness of ice, Melting in the hands of mine: Groans the wood of gray light - Sends the star a goodbye, Star, that fades amongst the clouds... For the seven long nights I have followed its track, By the glass of forest lakes... And not by candle lights, In the dreams I had faith - Endless search for her I had! Verse 2: And accepting the flame Of this young maiden star, I have touched the priceless gift... Under my stubborn leg By the ice songs were sung, But it held my steps on it... Heart was beating inside, Warming me through the snow, Scarlet flame was piercing night... But the colors of dawn - Somewhere on distant shores - I have noticed far behind... Chorus 1: Hey, my shining star! My cresset at night, Be with me... Lead me through shades and dark, And I will accept your sad light, Will, despite everything... But morning light is close - I can see the dawn - Over me... It was a mortal love And thus, mortal's fate Is expecting it... Verse 3: Glimmers weak morning light, And from cold gloomy skies All my grief and sadness fall; I am catching its trace, But the trace is now gone, As a fast, but strong spring storm... And has perished in shades, Love of mine, clean and saint, And my gift has died away... Now forget me, but blaze For the others again, And again, my star of fate... Chorus 2: Hey, my shining star! The godess of flame, You led me... Through land of snow and ice, But still being so cold with your heart, As a halo of dream... With flame I pierced the night - A star I myself then became But sadly, the same you remained, Oh, heavenly death! Abandon me! Hey, my shining star... Hey, my shining star... -------------------- Работай, как будто тебе не надо денег, танцуй, как будто никто не смотрит, пой, как будто никто не слышит,
Люби, как будто тебе никто никогда не причинял боль, живи, как будто на земле рай... |
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