In My Reserve В моём заповеднике
The shadows breathe, the winds obey
All eyes have lowered, filled with dread
A silent owl flies overhead
He knows it is no time for sleep,
He sees the shadow's meshes creep
And everyone will lose their mind
When his song begins behind
In my reserve, the dark holds sway
In my reserve. hey-ye-ee-yeeeeey
In my reserve, the dark has settled deep
In my reserve, shadow's meshes creep!
Grandchild to granddad, night to sup
Strange deeds are bubbling up
To the dark thicket, to evil gate
A path led on, to darkness fate
He knows it is no time for sleep
He sees the shadow's meshes creep
And everyone will lose their mind
When his song begins behind
In my reserve, the dark has settled deep
In my reserve, shadow's meshes creep!
In my reserve, the dark holds sway
In my reserve. hey-ye-ee-yeeeeey
A mournful tale, a crimson stain
No one can grasp it plain
By dawn, the mask fell, all was clear
What he was carrying in his claws - disappeared
He knows it is no time for sleep
He sees the shadow's meshes creep
And everyone will lose their mind
When his song begins behind
In my reserve, the dark holds sway
In my reserve. hey-ye-ee-yeeeeey
In my reserve, the dark has settled deep
In my reserve, shadow's meshes creep
In my reserve, the dark holds sway
In my reserve. hey-ye-ee-yeeeeey
In my reserve, the dark has settled deep
In my reserve, shadow's meshes creep!
26.12.2025
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Лолита Вардания 20.02.2026 18:16 Заявить о нарушении
За сюжетом о лесе, тенях действительно задумывался тревожный портрет внутреннего мира, где «заповедник» — потаённая территория психики, а «тени» — подавленные страхи и тревоги, обретающие власть над сознанием. Очень ценно, когда читатель чувствует эти слои.
А вот и сама песня моего сайд-проекта AmSilence, если захотите погрузиться в атмосферу полностью: http://vk.com/audio-2001500585_146500585
Андрей Моргунов 22.02.2026 09:55 Заявить о нарушении