03.09.2020 (335 Days Ago)
| Publication Language | Russian | ||
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It's something like inner song,
The Me-lo-dy,
In a sofisticated tong
Your heart though knows it alredy.
It's like a rising of your lusid days,
Its name is everliving Dream,
And your heart-rise is runing in this place,
It's now singing through your beam!
Om/ There are sounds of fantasy
Om/ Being born of the shining,
Om/ Now it's here for us to see
Om/ Turning all us to smiling.
So God is singing heavenly
For us, human beings, anthems,
Implying us to carry in the bodies our essence.
The Love plays pure tenderness
And points us earthen azymuth,
Exploring that thus finding our destinations.
Om/ It's a magic of melody
Om/ Penetrating this air,
Om/ This is not a misleading whim
Om/ They are here, not where.
Always together God and the Love
They holy coulple - gardens bloom again.
God and the Love - they here-and-now
Space by the songs create.
It's something like inner song,
The Me-lo-dy,
In a sofisticated tong
Your heart though knows it alredy.
This song is eavesdrop for soul
And trill for hearts,
The way leaves whisper in the wind as call...
The way the kids laugh in your house.