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Лирика : Paragon Of Beauty : Confort Me, Infinity : Confort Me, Infinity
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Confort Me, Infinity
Confort Me, Infinity (2001)
Paragon Of Beauty
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I take fright at answers you can't give
Don't forget to wonder
Hyacinths, they knew how meadows sing
We've unlearned dreaming ages ago
Kestrels flap their graceful wings
O let me persist in dizzy conteplations
Is there anyone who roused
the early swallows
O thou kindred spirit
below a star-sprangled sky
Don't you listen to the quiet
Can't you taste its heady skin
O thou uttermost poetry,
describe my heartbeat
While the trees unfold,
picking scattered gold
I just lie beneath
In the bloom of youth
Would you think about fate
If a breeze of hope blinked
through the thickest solitude
Would you die within me
If your dreams came true and I
couldn't run away with you
Would you reach out for stars
If you noticed that your life
was inaudible and mute
O thou horrible crowd.
I don't regret my call for eternity
Do you smell the air
of my soul despair
There's a lighthouse
at the sea - that is me
I wish to row
beyond thy landmarks
My scared silence
seems to be a wise man's brow
Don't forget to wonder
Hyacinths, they knew how meadows sing
We've unlearned dreaming ages ago
Kestrels flap their graceful wings
O let me persist in dizzy conteplations
Is there anyone who roused
the early swallows
O thou kindred spirit
below a star-sprangled sky
Don't you listen to the quiet
Can't you taste its heady skin
O thou uttermost poetry,
describe my heartbeat
While the trees unfold,
picking scattered gold
I just lie beneath
In the bloom of youth
Would you think about fate
If a breeze of hope blinked
through the thickest solitude
Would you die within me
If your dreams came true and I
couldn't run away with you
Would you reach out for stars
If you noticed that your life
was inaudible and mute
O thou horrible crowd.
I don't regret my call for eternity
Do you smell the air
of my soul despair
There's a lighthouse
at the sea - that is me
I wish to row
beyond thy landmarks
My scared silence
seems to be a wise man's brow
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