ЗАКРЫТЫЙ ПРОЕКТ - Печаль (♫ 2019)
Channel: Александр Симдянов
Date: 2019-05-17

ЗАКРЫТЫЙ ПРОЕКТ - Печаль
 (♫ 2004), Россия, C.Петербург 
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PRIVATE PROJECT - Sorrow 
 (♫ 2004), Russia, St. Petersburg

Everything was given what could be accepted,
and everything was taken away what was unbearable.
There was nothing left at the end of the path, but what was behind.
Flowers revived and shed their leaves
at the time of dreams and daydreams.
Wings completed a flight and a dream,
Not having changed the pages of the book
sealed by heaven and earth,
It was created out of dreams and woven with daydreams.
Breath apparently languished thinking
as if it felt that this is only a running start
Between heaven and earth.
At a starry night to the cradle for the beginning of beginnings.
At a starry night to the palaces of the time.
Wind drives the boat to quiet harbor waters.
Wind whispers motif for a meeting with ourselves,
Farewell song for a meeting with ourselves.

Lifetime was neither long nor short,
Milestones simply flew by with a succession of days,
As if a traveler walked along the road
not distinguishing the path between mirages.
He followed a ghostly bird of wishes.
He watched as spellbound dimensional flapping of silvery wings,
Listening to her calling voice, past the voices sounding nearby,
Not hearing whisper, cry, tears, laughter, joy and pain in them,
Listening to her calling voice -
the voice of eternal sorrow for the end of desires and aspirations
In the thirst for breathing...
Lifetime was neither strange nor real,
As if the once read book turned over the pages of daily stories,
Blessed the memory from the initial chapter to the final chapter.
Having denoted the title with the first cry
and wheezed the postscript with the last breath,
It substantially sunk in the cobweb of shelves,
having hidden from the eyes, the memory, the life –
the book of sorrow
of oblivion…
In the thirst for breathing...

Everything was given what could be accepted,
and everything was taken away what was unbearable.
There was nothing left at the end of the path, but what was behind.