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Ur medvetandets reflexer Skapas magnifika salar och modesta rum Det lilla krymper, det stora växer, Växer utanför universum Där arstiders utspridda glitterstänk Förenas i varje stjärna Ty vinterköld och sommarblänk Delar samma kärna Forma handen till en kikare Riktade den mot mörka väven Som tjänar som fantasins berikare Och din själ lyfts till mangloben, även Om ditt sinne är tyngre än jordens själv Och av fa nyanser rik Sa dras den till Vintergatans silvriga älv, Mot höjdernas kosmosaik En motpol till själva tidens rynkor Virvlar pa himlens svarta hav Och beglänser hällar some ej räds sina skrynklor, Bebodda av vide, mossa och lav Ljusvagors böljande karisma Sätter alla skyar I brand Som träffar ögats prisma Och för mig till förlovade land Forma handen till en kikare Riktade den mot mörka väven Som tjänar som fantasins berikare Och din själ lyfts till mangloben, även “Om ditt sinne är tyngre än jordens själv” [English translation:] COSMOSAIC From the reflexes of the mind Magnificent halls and modest rooms are created The small things shrink, the large things grow Grow outside the Universe Where seasons' scattered sprinkles of glitter Are united in every star For the cold of winter and the splendour of summer Share the same core Form the hand to a telescope Aim it towards the dark web Which serves as the enricher of imagination And your soul is lifted towards the globe of the moon, also If your mind is heavier than Earth itself And rich from few nuances It is drawn to the silvery river of the Milky Way, Towards the cosmosaic of the heights An opposite to the wrinkles of time itself Whirls on the black ocean of the sky And shines on rocks which are not daunted by their creases, Inhabited by willow, moss and lichen The billowing charisma of light waves Lits all skies ablaze Which hits the eye's prism And takes me to promised lands Form the hand to a telescope Aim it towards the dark web Which serves as the enricher of imagination And your soul is lifted towards the globe of the moon, also "If your mind is heavier than Earth itself" Смотрите также:
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From the reflexes
Created magnificent halls and modest rooms
The small shrinks , it grows large ,
Growing outside the universe
Season's where scattered glitter splashes
Together in each star
For winter cold and summer glare
Sharing the same core
Shaping the hand to a pair of binoculars
Targeted toward the dark fabric
Serving as the imagination enriching
And your soul is lifted to mangloben , even
If your mind is heavier than Earth itself
And few nuances rich
It is drawn to the Milky Way silvery river,
Towards the height cosmosaic
An antithesis to the very future of wrinkles
Whirls on heaven's black sea
And shines outcrops are not daunted by their creases ,
Inhabited by willow , moss and lichen
Ljusvagors rolling charisma
Puts all the clouds in fire
Striking the eye prism
And for me to the promised land
Shaping the hand to a pair of binoculars
Targeted toward the dark fabric
Serving as the imagination enriching
And your soul is lifted to mangloben , even
" If your mind is heavier than Earth itself "
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COSMOSAIC
From the reflexes of the mind
Magnificent halls and modest rooms are created
The small things shrink , the large things grow
Grow Outside The Universe
Where seasons ' scattered sprinkles of glitter
Are united in every star
For the cold of winter and the splendor of summer
Share the same core
Form the hand to a telescope
Aim it towards the dark web
Which serves as the Enricher of imagination
And your soul is lifted towards the globe of the moon , overpriced
If your mind is heavier than Earth itself
And rich from few nuances
It is drawn to the silvery river of the Milky Way,
Towards the cosmosaic of the heights
An opposite to the wrinkles of time itself
Whirls on the black ocean of the sky
And shines on rocks Which Are Not daunted by Their creases ,
Inhabited by willow , moss and lichen
The billowing charisma of light waves
Lits all skies ablaze
Which hits the eye 's prism
And takes me to promised land
Form the hand to a telescope
Aim it towards the dark web
Which serves as the Enricher of imagination
And your soul is lifted towards the globe of the moon , overpriced
"If your mind is heavier than Earth itself"
