Eternity in solitude, song, eng

[Eternity In Solitude]

[Intro]
[Instrumental]

[Verse 1]
Here, at the top of the world, where the wind is my only friend,
I remember the voices that filled the sky.
Only the echo of my thoughts that invigorates the spirit
And the moon, like a stalker, walks with me through the steppe.

[Pre-chorus]
The mountain landscapes are a chronicle of battles and loves,
Now they are overgrown with moss, like old graves.
I am the last one who remembers the singing of the stars on the watch.
I am still waiting for someone to shout my name as loudly as possible.

[Chorus]
The Last Wing of the Black Mountain is a sentinel without a kingdom,
My glorious past is dust on my wings.
I see how fearlessly the fires in the valley are extinguished.
For the dragons are extinct, and with them - fear and wonder.

[Interlude]

[Verse 2]
Once children heard about us at the bonfire,
Now they learn physics to fly into space.
This is life. This is forward movement, necessary for balance.
I am here... where they cannot see me and my voice cannot be heard.

[Pre-chorus]
The mountain landscapes are a chronicle of battles and loves,
Now they are overgrown with moss, like old graves.
I am the last one who remembers the singing of the stars on the watch.
I am still waiting for someone to shout my name as loudly as possible.

[Chorus]
The Last Wing of the Black Mountain is a sentinel without a kingdom,
My glorious past is dust on my wings.
I see how fearlessly the fires in the valley are extinguished.
For the dragons are extinct, and with them - fear and wonder.

[Intensive Interlude]

[Bridge]
And when the last star fades in my eyes,
And the wind scatters the ashes of my heart over the slopes,
No one will cry for me. No one will remember.
Because legends die when they forget to breathe.

[Pre-chorus]
The mountain landscapes are a chronicle of battles and loves,
Now they are overgrown with moss, like old graves.
I am the last one who remembers the singing of the stars on the watch.
I am still waiting for someone to shout my name as loudly as possible.

[Chorus]
The Last Wing of the Black Mountain is a sentinel without a kingdom,
My glorious past is dust on my wings.
I see how fearlessly the fires in the valley are extinguished.
For the dragons are extinct, and with them - fear and wonder.

[Outro]
[Instrumental]
[end]

Poetry © Svetlana Khavronenko

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