Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mourned Winter Then, artist - Current 93. Album song I Am the Last of All the Field That Fell (A Channel), in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 09.03.2014
Record label: David Tibet
Song language: English
Mourned Winter Then |
Mourned winter then |
In the middle of harsh day |
I saw the moon her |
Beaming as the queen |
Sout her broken dawn |
And kissed them tenderly. |
Sdown from her many stars |
Drifting seeds to sleep sowing |
Fields of spring clover dreaming of |
A night bursting with milk and signs |
Of coded silent planets, ices and suns |
Touched her fingers to her heart |
And smiled, 'I am in you always' |
The pulse in your blood the fire |
In your salt the flame in your ghem |
Like the night then dull of all |
Utter love, uttered spring |
From the sleepless seas soaring |
Over muddy towers grey graves |
The hope light in your eyes |
Moved open the spheres and spelled 'summer dust' |
Heard that that jeweled night still open a thousand stars |
Held your body like the wind |
And felt the shudder of your mouth sing… |
Resurrect me in your stillness |
With wing hearts from the sunflower |
Towering over the diurnal leaves |
Brush your kind face |
With doves and starlings |
Sweep down like bells on your kiss |
If we count the cost of all we stole |
From perfect earth and transcendent stars |
Fog and forget me not |
Goddess awake in trees and seafoam like by the shells |
And soaring gulls in |
The beauty set in a hollow |
World split words and flies in the… |
Shall never forget that love |
That first sang of stars and |
First sealed jars of lamb light |
Planted grieves of sparrow |
The buzz of night under the sunny skull of mercy |
Which breathed out your history |
Before your eyes awoke to |
'No proofs' or 'proofs" |
'Letters' or 'no letters' |
In the dead hand of dead papers |
Which have long since left the central |
Dance and in dull dull trance |
Squealing I ate the feast and |
Then I’m the best |
And slid into the bloodstreams like a swamp |
Nude to the word and the world |
Naked to the ethereal city’s sweep |
And ate our home and throne |
. |
spheres we are free in |
The night twined with vines |
And sun babies we are free |
In the day lined with tiny moons |
I awoke and stared at the sun |
Falling into the mouth of those moons |
Squeaking of another world and other waves |
Fox and vixen in the sunlit night inside |
The moonlight place and with us bird song |
Smiled the bubble and. |
away |
Spark flying out of the beaks souring above |
The stunned city brunched blindly under massed stars |
Over the chalk hill driven on |
By angelic yells. |