
Date of issue: 10.11.2012
Record label: Season of Mist
Song language: English
Ars Poetica |
і,, і і |
, і іі |
I -і іі і… |
і і, і і |
і: іі |
I і і і, |
To be voiceless, impartial |
Like the doors, that are always closed |
To be forgotten like an old statue in the little town |
To know only the love of the stone |
An opaque heart of the stone |
And to see the world in black and white lights-and-shadows |
Too much green, too much armine-pink |
Dark blue bow-shaped shadows ruthlessly have embraced you |
Too much nuances: love, desire |
Suffering, — |
They have closed a life with a fog of grief and joys |
To search only the sense, to search only the horizon of existence — |
Sense of existence |
To feel the space: the distant flight of the black birds |
To feel the time: the legible paintings in the black caves |
And to understand your day with an absolute wind, poet |