Текст песни Екклесиаст - 8. Пробуждение среди тёплых дней
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Свет Солнца согревает меня сейчас, Излечивая, исцеляя от ран. Венец лета - как долог был мой сон... Лес одел свой зелёный наряд и небеса так светлы... ...Тихие воды лесных озёр омоют меня, Звон ручьёв будет долго жить в моей памяти. Пробуждение среди тёплых дней, Среди цветения есть место и для тебя. ... В глубине заледеневшей плоти есть то, что должно жить. Ложь этого мира прельстила тебя, Искалечив твой разум и принуждая душу спать вечным сном. Твой мир - разрушен, и Твой Храм разграблен и опустошён. Блуждая по погибшему миру, Твой дух пытался узнать в обугленных останках то, Что сияло светом жизни. Ты падал вниз, глотая слёзы И проклиная ледяные вихри и дождь... - Память о боли - мои шаги будут неспешными, Покидая боль - мои речи будут тихими. ...Сливаясь с зелёными исполинами, Я буду расти на встречу небу. И они поддержат меня Словно братья, на своих могучих руках, Пока я окрепну. Пробуждаясь среди тёплых дней, Вливаюсь в дыхание, хвалящее Господа. Translated: Light of the sun is warming me, Curing, healing the wounds. The middle of summer - what was long sleep that I had. Forest formed into green, and Heaven is so bright... ... Still waters of forest lakes will wash me, Sounds of springs will live in my memory for a long time. Awakening among the warm days, There is a place for you in a bloom. …In depth of frozen flesh there is a something That should live. The lies of this world devours you, Crippling your mind and making your soul sleep in eternal dream. Your world is crushed, and Your Temple is plundered and devastated. Wandering in the lost world, In scorched remains, your spirit tried to find something That shined with the light of life. You 're falling down, swallowing the tears And damning the ice-cold winds and rain... The memory of pain - my steps will be slow, Leaving a pain - my words will be silent. ... Merging with green trees, I will grow towards the sky. And they 'll support me Like my brothers, with the mighty hands, Untill I get stronger. Waking up among the warm days, I am falling into breath, praising the Lord. Смотрите также:
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The light of the sun keeps me warm now
Healing, healing from wounds.
The crown of summer - how long was my dream ...
The forest has put on its green outfit and the skies are so bright ...
... The quiet waters of forest lakes will wash me,
The ringing of streams will live long in my memory.
Awakening amid warm days
There is a place for you among the bloom.
... In the depths of the frozen flesh there is something
what should live.
The lies of this world have seduced you
By crippling your mind and forcing your soul to sleep in eternal sleep.
Your world is destroyed and
Your Temple is plundered and devastated.
Wandering through the lost world
Your spirit tried to find out in the charred remains
That shone with the light of life.
You fell down, swallowing tears
And cursing the ice whirlwinds and rain ...
- Memory of pain - my steps will be unhurried,
Leaving the pain - my speech will be quiet.
... Merging with green giants,
I will grow to meet the sky.
And they will support me
Like brothers, in their mighty arms,
Until I get stronger.
Waking up amid warm days
I pour into the breath that praises the Lord.
Translated:
Light of the sun is warming me,
Curing, healing the wounds.
The middle of summer - what was long sleep that I had.
Forest formed into green, and Heaven is so bright ...
... Still waters of forest lakes will wash me,
Sounds of springs will live in my memory for a long time.
Awakening among the warm days,
There is a place for you in a bloom.
... In depth of frozen flesh there is a something
That should live.
The lies of this world devours you,
Crippling your mind and making your soul sleep in eternal dream.
Your world is crushed, and
Your Temple is plundered and devastated.
Wandering in the lost world,
In scorched remains, your spirit tried to find something
That shined with the light of life.
You 're falling down, swallowing the tears
And damning the ice-cold winds and rain ...
The memory of pain - my steps will be slow,
Leaving a pain - my words will be silent.
... Merging with green trees,
I will grow towards the sky.
And they 'll support me
Like my brothers, with the mighty hands,
Untill I get stronger.
Waking up among the warm days,
I am falling into breath, praising the Lord.
