пятница, 22 марта 2019 г.

Hunter

 
Hunter, I'm laid out on the forest floor
Arrows in my back and sides
Down among the leaves and stones
You can wear my skin as armor
You can eat my flesh and bones
Leave nothing that is needed
All I have is yours
And I'll give myself up to your sharpened edges
I no longer cling to my life
Yes, I'm finally giving in
Teeth and hate end our relationship
Of course it's said, but that's the way it is
Your violence always wins the day
Yes,
Your violence wins
And I'll give myself up to your sharpened edges
I no longer cling to my life
Yes, I'm


What a ethernaly beautiful music to complete this windy and sad evening. Silent, delicate, distant, in its depth and mystery reminiscent of a prayer.
And time I spend listening to this song is like time I spent in praying, every second feels to be one of the best, harmonious and inspirational moments of my life, allowing me to look deep inside myself and find there perfect world that belongs only to me, to touch the most precious memories and feelings like strings of a musical instrument and derive a melody of sacred beauty...
Maybe it is in this time all we became closer to God...?
 

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