Струны неба

          На ноте "ню"
    (обнаженная натура души)

Небо хмурится.
дождь по улицам
всё пронзительней и смелей.
ветер хлещет, лужи плещутся
тучи тёмные и плотней.
гром раскатами, небо вязкое,
дождь неистовый, льёт сильней
мы в укрытиях, не на улице.
от напасти той
как спастись?
ожидание плюс терпение.
главное: не проспи!

стрелы молний
подрастянуты:
нити неба по всей длине
струны неба, что невидимы:
от заката на горизонте
до восхода
с другой стороны.
чистым золотом
со свечением
нутряной занебесной
изначальной
голубизны.

струны неба
к душам привязаны.
хочешь верь, не хочешь - не верь.
но обяжут и немыслимо!
пусть не смело и не уверенно.
кто как сможет.
душою петь.
не приказ или указание.
твой же голос в тебе: внутри.
тыщи лет  песни копились:
в кладовой сокровищ
каждой души.

перевод под EDM:

The Strings of the Sky

[Intro]
(Dark atmospheric pad, low rumbling bass, rain FX layered with percussive drops)
The sky is frowning, heavy and cold,
Rain hits the streets, growing bolder, more bold.
The wind is lashing, puddles splashing all around,
Dark clouds are gathering, pressing down on the ground.
Thunder rolls in waves, the sky is thick and slow,
The rain is wild, it’s pouring harder, overflow.
We’re hiding out, we’re not out there on the street,
How do we escape this storm that hits us so complete?
Just wait and hold on, patience is the key,
But most of all — don’t lose your focus, don’t you sleep.

[Verse 1]
Lightning arrows stretch across the darkened sky,
Unseen threads of heaven, stretching endlessly high.
From sunset’s edge to sunrise far away,
They span the whole horizon, holding night and day.
Woven in pure gold with a glowing inner light,
A primal blue from beyond the clouds, so bright.
The strings of the sky, invisible but strong,
Connecting everything, holding all along.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Rising arp, snare roll, tension building)
These strings are tied to every soul, you can’t deny,
Believe it or not, they’ll pull you into the sky.
Not by command, not by order, not by force or might,
It’s just your own voice, deep inside, that starts to take flight.
Maybe not loud, maybe not sure, maybe just a thread,
But every soul can sing along if it finds the way ahead.

[Chorus]
The strings of the sky — they bind us to the core,
They pull the song out from the depths we kept before.
Thousands of years of songs have been stored away,
In the treasure vault of every soul, day after day.
Sing with your soul, let the hidden melody rise,
Let the ancient echoes fill the empty skies.
The strings of the sky are calling, can you hear them call?
They’re in your breath, they’re in your heart — they’re part of it all.

[Verse 2]
You can believe or choose to doubt, it doesn’t break the tie,
The unseen threads are there, no matter if you try.
They bind the dreams we never spoke, the truths we never name,
And turn them into music, into something real and same.
Even if you’re hesitant, even if you’re unsure,
Your soul knows the rhythm, knows the sound it’s meant to pour.
It’s not a rule, it’s not a law, it’s just the way it’s wired,
Like a secret current running through the entire world.

[Bridge]
(Break: kick drops, atmospheric textures, vocal reverb, glitch FX)
No one can cut these strings, no blade can sever what’s unseen,
They stretch across the centuries, across every dream.
Inside the vault of every heart, the songs are kept so tight,
Waiting for the moment when the light breaks through the night.
And when that moment comes, the melody will rise,
Not from outside, not from orders, but from deep inside.

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

[Chorus]
The strings of the sky — they bind us to the core,
They pull the song out from the depths we kept before.
Thousands of years of songs have been stored away,
In the treasure vault of every soul, day after day.
Sing with your soul, let the hidden melody rise,
Let the ancient echoes fill the empty skies.
The strings of the sky are calling, can you hear them call?
They’re in your breath, they’re in your heart — they’re part of it all.

[Outro]
Rain on the streets, wind is still so loud,
But somewhere deep, the song is breaking through the cloud.
The strings are there, unseen but never gone,
Inside your soul — the music carries on.

(Fade with repeating vocal chop): “the strings of the sky… the strings of the sky…”