Глубины неба, муз

Чуть лист осенний
Заиндевеет
И тронет  наледь
Земную корку
Слетит короста
С сердец просящих
Или кричащих
в глубины неба:
Про всё,
Что нЕбыль.

*  Я вижу небо
Оно так близко -
И есть граница,
Где быль и нЕбыль.
Оно как кринка,
Что нам напиться.

Там в небе тихо...
Дыханье сбито...
Почти не слышно,
А сердце тонко,
В легчайшем ритме
Забилось чётко
И словно в дымке
Прильнуло к тайне -
Её впустило.

*  Я вижу небо
Оно так близко -
И есть граница,
Где быль и нЕбыль.
Оно как кринка,
Что нам напиться.

Взлетают руки -
Ладонью к выси,
Нисходит нега,
Стекая в пальцы
С их дрожи слепок
И души люда
Зияют в небо.
Сонм рук
В сияньи славы
Они её
Переливают
Из рук дающих
В руки берущих
И все они
сейчас
средь нас:
среди живущих.

*  Я вижу небо
Оно так близко -
И есть граница,
Где быль и нЕбыль.
Оно как кринка,
Что нам напиться.

перевод:

The depths of the sky

As soon as the autumn leaf
And touch the ice
The earth's crust
The scab will fly off
From the hearts of those asking
Or screaming
into the depths of the sky
about everything that is fiction

* I see the sky
It's so close—
And there's a line,
Where truth and fiction lie.
It's like a bowl,
From which we can drink.

There in the sky it is quiet...
Breathing is ragged...
Almost inaudible,
And the heart is subtle,
In the lightest rhythm
Beating clearly
And as if in a haze
Clinged to the secret
Let it in.

* I see the sky
It's so close
And there's a line,
Where truth and fiction lie.
It's like a bowl,
From which we can drink.

Hands fly up
Palms upward,
Bliss descends,
Flowing into the fingers
A mold from their trembling
And the souls of the people
are revealed into the sky.

* I see the sky
It's so close
And there's a line,
Where truth and fiction lie.
It's like a bowl,
From which we can drink.

A host of hands
In the radiance of glory
They pour it
From the hands of those who give
Into the hands of those who take

And all of them
Among the living.

* I see the sky
It's so close
And there's a line,
Where truth and fiction lie.
It's like a bowl,
From which we can drink.

перевод под EDM:

The Edge of the Known

[Intro]
(Driving 4/4 kick, rising synth pad, subtle arp)
A single autumn leaf, touched with the frost,
The ground’s hard crust, the ice that’s crossed.

[Verse 1]
The scab falls off the hearts that beg or cry,
Reaching into the sky, into the deep blue high.
All of it—just stories, never real,
Just the space between what’s true and what we feel.

[Pre-Chorus]
I see the sky—it’s so close, I can almost touch,
There’s a line where truth and dream collide, such a rush.
It’s like a pitcher, waiting there to quench the thirst,
A silent well of stories, holding all we’ve cursed.

[Chorus]
I see the sky—it’s so close to me,
That borderline of truth and fantasy.
The sky’s a pitcher—let us drink and see,
Where reality and wonder meet as one, so free.

[Verse 2]
Up there it’s quiet—breath is caught and thin,
My heart beats light, but sharp, pulling me in.
In the softest rhythm, steady, clear and true,
It leans into the mystery—and lets the secret through.

[Pre-Chorus]
I see the sky—it’s so close, I can almost touch,
There’s a line where truth and dream collide, such a rush.
It’s like a pitcher, waiting there to quench the thirst,
A silent well of stories, holding all we’ve cursed.

[Chorus]
I see the sky—it’s so close to me,
That borderline of truth and fantasy.
The sky’s a pitcher—let us drink and see,
Where reality and wonder meet as one, so free.

[Verse 3]
Hands lift to the heights, palms turned to the above,
Sweet calm descends, it flows into our touch.
A cast of trembling, frozen in that grace,
As all the souls look upward, holding to that space.

A swarm of hands in glory’s shining light,
They pour the grace from givers into those who take the flight.
From hands that give to hands that dare to hold,
And all of them are here—among the living, bold.

[Pre-Chorus]
I see the sky—it’s so close, I can almost touch,
There’s a line where truth and dream collide, such a rush.
It’s like a pitcher, waiting there to quench the thirst,
A silent well of stories, holding all we’ve cursed.

[Chorus]
I see the sky—it’s so close to me,
That borderline of truth and fantasy.
The sky’s a pitcher—let us drink and see,
Where reality and wonder meet as one, so free.

[Bridge]
(Break: kick drops out for 4 bars, only evolving arp and atmospheric swell)
We stand between the real and what we made,
Between the words we spoke and those that stayed unsaid.
But in the reaching, in the lift of every hand,
We find the truth—not written, just understood.

(Drop: full beat returns, bassline thickens)

[Chorus]
I see the sky—it’s so close to me,
That borderline of truth and fantasy.
The sky’s a pitcher—let us drink and see,
Where reality and wonder meet as one, so free.

[Outro]
A single autumn leaf, touched with the frost…
The secret’s in the reaching—not in what is lost.
Not in what is lost…
(Fade with repeating vocal chop): “so close… so close…”