Textures - Old Days Born Anew скачать mp3

With the old days born anew A Massive gathering of onlookers Sending birds to shelter the shipwrecked With feathers of dust and wind Emerging from the fiery fields We're all being stepped on like insects A million minds weeping This boundless energy This synergy it's better contained We are so free And what a superb absence is our soul Desire is a liar Blueprint of mankind's weakness Absolute absolution Criticize criticism We are weighed down every moment By the merciless sensation of time This is an epidemy Without remedy It's better contained Evolve, so free And what a superb absence is our soul Resolve this mirroring, wondering We believe in the signs Into the depths of the unknown Only there you will find something new What are you running from? Obsession? What are you running from? There are moments of existence When time and space are more profound And the awareness of existence Is immensely heightened This is the war of creation And time becomes a murderer Murderer! Bring me consolation Then we'll talk Inconsistent copy Abductor of every art form Eyes can't see what's beyond And the wind is silent So from the mould Scarlet and gold A bulb will rise A newborn Bring him consolation Then he will bless us Give him a Judas kiss and Face the consequence Eyes can't see what's beyond So long, my serenity Lost in a conversation Build these towers upside down Lost in this constellation And the wind is silent