Я не в своём уме, а в мери-эннином!


А ещё я уже довольно давно схожу с ума по этой песне. Если кому-нибудь интересно, что такое "моя музыка на сто процентов" - то вот, это она.

Wolf-mother, where you been?
You look so worn, so thin...
You're a taker, devils-maker,
Let me hear you sing hey-ya-ya

Wolf-father, at the door
You don't smile anymore.
You're a drifter, shape-shifter,
Let me see you run, hey-ya-ya

Holy light over the night
Oh, keep the spirit strong
Watch it grow, child of war
Oh, keep holdin' on.

When I run through the deep dark forest long
After this begun
Where the sun would set,
The trees were dead,
And the rivers were none.
And I hope for a trace
To lead me back home from this place
But there was no sound there was only me, and my disgrace.

Wolf-mother, where you been?
You look so worn, so thin...
You're a taker, devils-maker,
Let me hear you sing hey-ya-ya

Wolf-father, at the door
You don't smile anymore.
You're a drifter, shape-shifter,
Let me see you run, hey-ya-ya

Wayward winds, a voice that sings
Of a forgotten land
See it fall, child of war
Oh, lend a mending hand.

When I run through the deep dark forest long
After this begun
Where the sun would set,
The trees were dead,
And the rivers were none.
And I hope for a trace
To lead me back home from this place
But there was no sound there was only me,
and my disgrace.

В ней есть и "зелёный лучик, даль тоски", и звериное жаркое дыханье, и потерянные внутренние миры, а теперь ещё и что-то от "Дома, в котором...". Тот самый Лес.
Cosy в восхищении.

@темы: Музыка