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С​е​м​и​г​л​а​с​и​е с​м​е​р​т​и / Sevensong of Death

from П​у​т​ь - Ю​д​о​л​ь с​к​о​р​б​и | Pathway - The Vale of Sorrow by Путь (Pathway)

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Sevensong of Death

For the one who died too early, here are the autumn chillness’s hymns their ringing will echo in the steps of the Monk’s Mountain For the one who died too early, here are the starry sky’s lampions illuminating the deceased one’s sleep with a pale stream of light

The face of the one who died too early, a silvery gleam in the old garden’s shade
does not hurry to go and keeps listening to the leaves’ and rocks’ whisper The vibrant childhood is left behind the edge of this iron fence The quiet old age comes as a vista of cheerless days

At a mournful hour, there was a blackbird with its song of the night and his frail spirit appeared before me from the shadows

The soul sang of death, of the green-colored decay of flesh, and it was like the rustle of the woods, like a fervent cry of a beast. The soul sang of death, melting in the purple sunlight The blue bells of sundown rang on the dusky towers. Oh decayed body of man; a carcass made of cold metals, the night, the terror of underwater forests, the beast’s fury reduced to ashes;

Walking through the black woods the dreamer descends into the dark ravine stretching out his hands to the sky towards his star, towards its warmth

Glistening on the water surface the boat is carried by the silent river through snowfalls towards the edge, downwards the dreamer travels, filled with light amid the quiet waves' shimmer

As the evening paints my dreams golden I often invite the dead man to my cell, out of boredom for long conversations with him at the quiet river under the elm trees in the shade of their broad crowns

In spite of death itself!

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