Bury our music

The clock hands suffocated in the thick silence.
We hid the sounds at the most ragged bottom.
All mirrors are broken, no shadows can be seen in them.
And every chord sounds colder with every breath.


And the thin string trembles,
Like a cut vein.
And the moonlight glides over us,
Setting us free from captivity.

Припев
Bury our music where the dawn never rises.
Hide these notes under the thickness of lost years.
Let this whisper drown in the deep seas.
Bury our music. Exhale the fear.


Cold bound this evening until morning.
Black birds circle over the remains of the fire.
We gave our voice to the fog, stepped over the edge.
No need for goodbyes. Keep silent. Don't play anything.


And the thin string trembles,
Like a cut vein.
And the moonlight glides over us,
Setting us free from captivity.

Припев
Bury our music where the dawn never rises.
Hide these notes under the thickness of lost years.
Let this whisper drown in the deep seas.
Bury our music. Exhale the fear.


There is no more sense in seeking solace in sound.
Tired hands on the fretboard grew cold long ago.
The damp earth will take our final motif.
And we will dissolve, having forgotten all our songs.



Припев
Bury our music where the dawn never rises.
Hide these notes under the thickness of lost years.
Let this whisper drown in the deep seas.
Bury our music. Exhale the fear.


Bury... Bury...
In the dark water, in the void, aside...
Our music...