Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Return , by - Clepsydra. Song from the album Alone, in the genre Прогрессивный рокRelease date: 13.07.2014
Record label: Galileo
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Return , by - Clepsydra. Song from the album Alone, in the genre Прогрессивный рокThe Return |
| Here I am back from the big dream |
| Without messages of hope |
| As usual I bring back the fruits |
| Forgotten in the lives gone by |
| Lived in few moments |
| Difficult even to remember |
| To every memory a hope is bound |
| Shattering when recalled |
| To every hope many lives are bound |
| Some ending up without hope |
| To every life an essence is bound |
| Fed by the fire of life |
| To every fire is destined a spring |
| Which dies while quenching the fire |
| Oh reality, which within a hair from madness |
| Dance in spite of time dying |
| Take it far away from your facade |
| And give everything you have |
| To the man you have always been |
| And still would like to be |
| It‘s a strange light, almost a magical one |
| Which carried in the dark |
| Becomes as important as the wing beating of wounded swallow |
| I find myself here again with the |
| Same plucked daisies |
| Looking through the window of time |
| From here I don‘t feel cold, don‘t hear any noise |
| But I can‘t even smell the perfume of joy |
| It is night but there‘re people watching people |
| The dark is black and they all seem blind |
| Trampling on themselves, killing one another |
| They all seem similar, but they are not |
| They all have a different living space |
| They all defend this space fighting |
| I don‘t know what really is, I don‘t know |
| I have recognized many of them |
| It‘s the space of shame and faults |
| It‘s the space of misplaced dreams |
| It‘s the space of dreams coming true |
| It‘s the space where the bar starts with G |
| And suddenly the solo begins in a sound |
| Becomes familiar as if known for many years |
| Like an old king born at the end of January |
| I suffer from lack warmth |
| I feel the coldness of indifference |
| I listen to the peculiar in my breathing |
| And smile as I was told |
| Turning myself into a distant icon |
| I face this awakening as a new challenge |
| Live today as if it was tomorrow |
| This makes me think a lot to yesterday |
| And yesterday was |
| Only a dream |
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