Air

So, am I just a brittle doll angel
When the fire burns the old long scrolls
In voiceless nights behind the walls
Love befalls
Crucified on the strings
Your violin pulls when it sings

Now, when my star is high and far from me
Can't, can't get your music out of mind
The beads are scattered on the floor
The string is torn.
Oh, I am so deaf and blind to know
From the tears a new day is born

Spring forgets the green
And summer doesn't seem to shed a rain
Autumn gold turns dark and gray
Flat winter snow clears the scene away

How to start a day
When every morning ray
Is doomed by grief and sadness
Life
Drop by drop
From the top
Explodes with madness

And before the lights go down
The strings are cut without a frown
So that my voice and your magic lore
May rest in peace forevermore



Credits
Writer(s): Yuriy Sabelnikov
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