воскресенье, 02 октября 2011
Текст по атмосфере чем-то смутно напоминает "Over the Sky"No matter what may be there,
I will go into the unopened land with you.
I had a short dream, now.
It was a vision of your back – the past and future.
Ignoring the shaking needle of the meter,
I go where the tailwind and my emotions turn.
Every time I flap my wings, it reminds me
That there’s a sky I’ll never be able to meet again.
If you’ll take off even so,
I will become your wings.
Saying that I’m not afraid of anything would be a lie.
I am afraid, but that’s my choice, that’s all there is to it.
The boundaries beckon me, “Come over here.”
Don’t go alone – I’m here by your side.
As you hold your arm out toward the morning sun,
The side view of your face is so beautiful.
In this kind and gentle world,
I met you, and the wind changed.
What is over there?
Is there nothing at all?
The untrodden path is white – pure white.
If you still wish,
I will give you your tailwind one more.
Every time I flap my wings, it reminds me
That there’s a sky I’ll never be able to meet again.
If you’ll take off even so,
I will go into the unopened land with you.
I will become your wings.