Broken stars | Song | & Domina Mortem
We are all alone. And silence embraces our hearts that have become, like stone. I hope that one day they will find their final home, in world. I hope that one day they will find peace in their souls. And will not feel sadness, among the stars that someone broke. The sky is dark. And sometimes it seems, that there is no way out of life. Our life. When mind is in ruins, and only words are drawn hearts. Black hearts. Our hope is written in silver that glows in the space in the dark I pray that one day it will heal broken stars. Please heal our hearts. Please light our stars. This world is too cold in these nights. Please heal our minds. Please take our hands. This world is too lonely when you are at the end. Please heal our hearts. Please wrote the lines. Sometimes people are nothing but broken stars. Слухати версію чистого вокалу: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1pKsj3vqA1P-D2pH6UfKwNQeb79vm8rfS/view?usp=drivesdk Слухати версію з шумним беком: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1pRzTvjskQdpX2gwAiWJwWcjza_VJ3g8n/view?usp=drivesdk Слухати інструменталку Domina Mortem: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1paUiAu12Rn74xRfNW1IprDKDiBSfSb_k/view?usp=drivesdk
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Приходи (RU-UA)
Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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