1.Ancient philosophy
Change the mood from joy to sadness
Because sad is the song I sing
On dreams in deep meditations
On seven horses running on the shore at dawn
Born to fly
To fly in the depths of art
To plunge in her captious whirls
To sin by knowing thoughts of god
But I have wasted the dawn
And this is not to be forgiven by any heaven
So look and see I'll paint a picture
Filled with so many questions and sorrow that divine
But instead of an angel I'll paint a man
For the paint set so carefully
Would wash away its shapes
2.Beyond the world
I flew on wings of the night
To find the place beyond the world
And so close I was
And so strong I felt
But only the hand touched
And in forbidden caves I found myself
Looking for the key
To the gate of a place beyond the world
And even nymphs dancing around me
Laughed at my melancholy
This day, this night,
I fly beyond the world
Hanging between the worlds
Sailing in dark air
Towards the place beyond the world
3.From the earth to the stars
Foul weather behind my window
Fatigue on my eyes
I'm so much afraid of this world
That I thought I would do it now
I lay down upon the clouds of pleasure
And sailed through the sea of immensity
Dancing winds were pushing my foggy chariot
And rain was washing away
Remains of daily thoughts from me
In a dream I meditated
And stagnant I sail from the earth to the stars
From the earth to the stars
For there the cold silence washes me
In a moment o the highest illumination
Takes me away beyond reach
Of all the evil hands
4.In the opium of black veil
I think that life is not only this touchable, fugitive
Which, though so beautyfull, passes away so quickly
You used to stand behind me, I felt warm touch, heat, passion
I looked back to embrace you
And I saw hot purple, garden in bloom
Woman with a secret flower in hair
Every day with her was a secret unknown for me
And when I saw her scarlet flower in her hair
And a raven in the sky
I thought the raven is only a bad sign
And when you danced among the flowers, high grass, bloomy
meadows
I rised to the sky to blow away stormy clouds
Watching her warming up in imagined flames
I saw as she flew up in the night - as a bird
I fly up into the abbys of the air
And I hear the voice of the woman, so warm, so close, so painful
I dream you stand behind me, I feel warm touch, heat, passion
I look back to embrace you and I see
Icy blackness, deadly nothing
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