The Shadowgraph

The shadowgraph is locked down tonight,
No one's taking part.
Nocturnal birds have entered the glide
In the chosen path.
Wall bricks, maybe also drapery velvet still retain their makeup.
Dreams smothered city lights, covered the city up.

Squeaks of the floor
To rest in peace,
Just moony time's passing without a hiss,
Faces hidden but smoke behind the sparks of the cigarettes.
The window splits to dissipate,
Short, short, but wait,
Listen,
The keeper of the round dance is whispering pleas,
I am following him,

"Come, we pray,
Oh Lord of Fire, ignite our play,
Cheering the guests with your fiery tongues, spin the rite away.
Highlight the rotten banners' resort,
Advance your burial sword,
We stand awaiting you to spark the rise of day.

Paint the boring skyline with lightnings' mountain rifts,
Lance the wineskin of night with blades of scouting swifts.
Although the coming sunrise is too much of an infant
and the sunset too much of run-down,
I keep on singing - I see fire in the town."

The shadowgraph resurrects as soon as light produces an outline.
The shadowgraph resurrects whenever we sing, "Shine! Shine! Shine!"

But the shadowgraph is closed tonight.
The shadowgraph is closed tonight... (xN)


Original/lyrics: www.alisa.net/disk1/6_lesn.htm#shadow
Original/audio: music.yandex.ru/album/2003172/track/18079512
Original/video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=fAqF-8wA-EU