Лесенка

Скажи  люблю, 
Скажи  зачем  покинут
Тобой давно... недавно... навсегда?
И  высшей мыслью от тебя отринут
И  расставанием назначена судьба...

Я от тебя сегодня ухожу
Но возвращаюсь снова... У порога
Я силы утоляю и люблю...
Хотя не знаю даже где ты... кто ты...

Вернусь обратно от порога в дом
И сотворю извечную молитву...

Из сердца - в сердце, дома - в дом
Юдоли поднебесной не проникнуть.

Проявленных миров так много и везде
Мы смотрим вдаль, метаньями забиты...

Забыта серость и смотря вперед
От доли к доле - лесенка прибита

Ступенек много  - то идут года
Просматривают нас внимательно и строго...

Ступенек много, а судьба - одна
И может ласкова она, а может и жестока...

Определиться можно в доме том:
Какой этаж, куда выходят окна...

Ступени могут быть продавлены тобой.
А ... может подпилил их кто-то...

Замкнешься в глубине, закроешь  двери...
Заслоном ограждая проникающую ночь...

Там - в глубине, оставшись с ней бок о бок,
Сумеешь силу ночи превозмочь?

перевод под EDM:

The Stairway

[Intro]
(Soft evolving pad, slow pulse, filtered vocal)
Tell me you love me—say the words I need to hear,
Tell me why I’ve been left behind, year after year.
Long ago… just yesterday… forever out of reach…
By your highest thought, I’ve been cast away, I feel the breach.
And fate was sealed the moment we said goodbye,
A sentence written in the silence of the sky.

[Verse 1]
I walk away from you today—but I return again,
Standing at the threshold, trying to mend the pain.
Here, by the doorway, I drink the strength I need,
Loving you still, though I don’t know who you are, or where you bleed.
I don’t even know your name, your face, your story’s thread,
But still I come back here—as if this place is where I’m led.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Build-up: rising arp, layered chords, snare roll)
I’ll go back in, cross the threshold to the home we share,
And whisper the same old prayer—the one I always say.
From heart to heart, from house to house, the echo never fades,
No sorrow from the heavens can break through these quiet shades.

[Chorus]
So many worlds are shown to us, so many roads to see,
We look ahead, our minds consumed by restless agony.
The dull gray days are left behind—we’re climbing step by step,
From fate to fate, a stairway’s nailed, and we’re the ones to climb it yet.
So many steps—they mark the years that watch us with their eyes,
Watching close, watching cold, watching hard beneath the skies.
So many steps, but fate is one—it can be kind or cruel,
You choose your floor, you choose the view—the windows tell the truth.

[Verse 2]
The stairs may be worn down by the weight of all you’ve done,
Or maybe someone sawed them through—a trick beneath the sun.
You lock yourself inside the deep, you close the doors so tight,
Put up a shield against the night that’s creeping in the light.
There in the dark, standing face to face with night’s embrace,
Can you outlast its power, hold your ground without a trace?
Can you stand firm when the shadows pull you underground,
And keep your flame alive, when all around is turning cold and bound?

[Bridge]
(Break: kick drops, atmospheric textures, vocal reverb, glitch FX)
Maybe the steps were never yours to shape or break or mend,
Maybe they were set in stone before the story even began.
Maybe you’re just walking through a dream someone else designed,
Where every choice you make was written long before your time.
But still you climb—one step at a time—because you have to try,
Because the only way to know the truth is to keep reaching for the sky.

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

[Chorus]
So many worlds are shown to us, so many roads to see,
We look ahead, our minds consumed by restless agony.
The dull gray days are left behind—we’re climbing step by step,
From fate to fate, a stairway’s nailed, and we’re the ones to climb it yet.
So many steps—they mark the years that watch us with their eyes,
Watching close, watching cold, watching hard beneath the skies.
So many steps, but fate is one—it can be kind or cruel,
You choose your floor, you choose the view—the windows tell the truth.

[Outro]
Each stair is a question, each floor is a choice,
Each window a mirror reflecting the voice inside your soul.
Were the steps worn by your own hand, or cut by someone else’s blade?
Only the silence knows the answer—only the night can say.

(Fade with repeating vocal chop): “step by step… step by step…”