Безликие создания земли

Безликие  создания земли...
Нас поместили так далёко... не увидеть...
Нам мира жизни и мрачна обитель,
Где сохраняем пламенность души.

Мы в мирозданьи остаёмся навсегда?
Или подарен миг, как бабочке той крылья,
Что, попадая, в пламени костра,
Увы, сгорая, улетают вместе с дымом.?.
И снова превращаются в ничто...
И чередою измененья в мирозданьи
Мечтаешь бабочкою стать?  Её крылом?
Что  жизнью уготовил  твой создатель?
Как, достучавшись в дверь, создателя спросить:
- Доколе мучиться? И как смогли б осилить?
Но... дверь высокая
увы...
не облететь...
И пламя от костра
её хранитель...
Она кричит или ревёт, обратно
Всё рвётся только к богу одному...
А ... он её ...
не пожелал ...
услышать...
Иль невдомёк ему?
иль...
просто...
ни к чему?
Поднадоели богу стоны душ людских.
И ждёт: когда же смыслом напитают
Сердца, идеи, помыслы и, догадавшись, наконец,
Себя переменяя - счастие  познают:
Где в творчестве, в порыве вдохновенья,
На пике взлёта  истина видна
Приоткрываются неведомые дали,
Сокрытым светом наполняется душа.
Старайся и ищи - неведомое близко:
Находится оно:  "как руку протянуть".
Но если сможешь искренне поверить -
Оно тебя найдет, лишь поспеши к нему.

перевод под EDM:


Faceless Creatures of the Earth

[Intro]
(Deep atmospheric pad, slow arp, distant echoes, subtle drone)
Faceless creatures of the earth, cast so far away,
Placed where we cannot see, where the light never stays.
Our dwelling’s dark and heavy, a somber life to bear,
Yet we keep the flame of soul alive, burning somewhere in there.

[Verse 1]
Do we remain within the cosmos for all time?
Or is our moment gifted, like a butterfly’s flight?
That flies into the fire, caught in the burning light,
And burns away, then vanishes into the smoke, out of sight.
Turning into nothing, fading with the rising ash,
As the universe shifts and changes with each breath it takes and gashes.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Snare ghost notes, rising synth layers, tension building)
Do you dream of being that butterfly, of wearing its wings?
What has your maker planned for you among these endless things?
How can we knock upon the Creator’s door and dare to say:
“How much more must we suffer? How can we find our way?”

[Chorus]
But the door is so high, alas, we cannot fly around,
The fire from the pyre stands guard, a wall of flame all sound.
It cries out, it roars, trying to rush back to God alone,
But He does not wish to hear it — or perhaps it’s just unknown.
Maybe the cries of human souls have grown too much to bear,
And He waits until our hearts are filled with meaning everywhere.

[Verse 2]
Until our thoughts and dreams and deeds are steeped in purpose deep,
Until we change ourselves, and finally learn to keep
The happiness that comes from creation, from the spark inside,
Where, in the burst of inspiration, truth is laid open wide.
At the peak of flight, the hidden distances unfold,
And the soul is filled with light that once was veiled and cold.

[Bridge]
(Break: kick drops, reversed pads, vocal reverb, glitch FX)
Strive and seek — the unknown lies so close, within reach, you know,
Just like stretching out your hand, it’s right there, letting go.
But if you can believe with all your heart, with truth and grace,
It will find you on its own — just hurry to that place.

(Drop: full beat returns, warm supersaw lead, sidechain pumping, layered percussion)

[Chorus]
But the door is so high, alas, we cannot fly around,
The fire from the pyre stands guard, a wall of flame all sound.
It cries out, it roars, trying to rush back to God alone,
But He does not wish to hear it — or perhaps it’s just unknown.
Maybe the cries of human souls have grown too much to bear,
And He waits until our hearts are filled with meaning everywhere.

[Outro]
So we hold the flame inside, though the world is dark and vast,
Waiting for the moment when the purpose breaks at last.
Strive, believe, reach out — the unseen waits to be found,
Like an open hand extended, touching ground.

(Fade with repeating vocal chop): “the unseen waits… the unseen waits…”