Please, don t you sleep

When you pushed the boundaries wide,
What did you see inside?
Under shadows of foreign hands,
Speak to me now, don’t stand in silence:
Did you reach your dream at last?
Or did it turn to dust once more?

Please, don’t you sleep...
Please, please…
Проснись...

Do you hear the sound of wings?
The sweet torment that impatience brings,
The eagle’s already in flight,
To rip your world, its depth and light,
From beak - the liver’s familiar taste
What have you known in all this waste?

Please, don’t you sleep...
Please, please…
Проснись...

And strings grow straight out from the chest,
They’ve taken root, they won’t be pressed,
Like wild grain seeds sown long ago,
Beneath the chords’ relentless flow.
Time’s relentless count goes on and on -
Defeat, then rise; dawn, then gone.

Have you reached your dream at last?
We’re tangled in a net of music’s cast,
Our minds are drowned in sleep so deep,
The jagged shards of soul we keep.
Who’s alive now, tell me true?
A persona - or is it you?

Please, don’t you sleep...
Please, please…
Проснись...

There, in the blue sky overhead,
Your star is shining, violet and bright,
It pierces through my dreams at night,
But chains of past still hold me tight.
Yet spirit hovers in the strings’ soft strum,
And breaking silence, I cry out, come:

Please, don’t you sleep...
Please, please…
Проснись...


(песня опубликована в моей творческой мастерской)