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Love is Alchemy
06:01
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A loving soul is like a rampant horse that breaking into a gallop,
Love is alchemy, I'm hopeless to acquire skills to tame it,
Yet pulling bridle back.
Please bear with this wildness - I know it might be not so wonderful.
Love maintains on poor resources, keeping treasures for the future,
Loving souls arrange the place and time without conspiring,
It's off the beaten track.
I would turn stone to gold if you could just accept me being not so wonderful.
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Hermits
03:32
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Where are you - I'm losing fragrance of withered leafage,
Where are you - these landscapes are turning from golden to grey.
I wouldn't go through another winter - please don't disappear
in this heath, we wander like hermits.
Your presence enhances my strength to resist
These odd changes of the seasons.
Isn't it strange to lose sight of you in such a tiny place?
Winds and rains cover my head with a cloak of wisdom.
And I'm inhaling freezing air and hoping to see your outlines
In this mist, I'll always be here.
Your presence enhances my strength to resist
With this warmth, I'll go through the harshest seasons.
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Patterns
04:50
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These days are like murky water
That runs through clumsy fingers of mine.
You left too many fingerprints on this film of line
But I'll go through, no matter how,
No matter when I'll meet you in the rain,
And shallow breathing will make me numb,
We cannot scope the time.
These days will disappear
As fast as the smoke above the city of yours.
You left too many fingerprints on this film of line
But I'll go through, no matter how,
No matter when I'll meet you in the rain,
And shallow breathing will make me numb,
We cannot scope the time.
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My Private November
03:37
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I'm waving goodbye to all dreary dreams
We are vapouring love while dry leaves are solitary,
While dry leaves are solitary,
Inhale fragrance of autumn skin.
I'm measuring space in meters to you.
I'm measuring time before we cease to be solitary,
Before we cease to be solitary.
Catch your breath to absorb gleaming steam.
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Balti Jaam (Intro)
02:01
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Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears,
Men reckon what it did, and meant;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.
Dull sublunary lovers' love
(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
Those things which elemented it.
But we by a love so much refined,
That our selves know not what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.
Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to airy thinness beat.
If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if the other do.
And though it in the center sit,
Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.
Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th' other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.
John Donne "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning"
Read by Richard Burton
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Balti Jaam
03:54
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This platform seems to be endless - you are leaving,
I'm taming storm in my mind while you keep on leading.
When you kiss me goodbye,
I'm tempted to run away,
When you kiss me goodbye.
Trembling lips are willing to speak up one-track mind,
At this war, I'm close to retreat from the front line.
When you kiss me goodbye,
I'm tempted to run away,
When you kiss me goodbye.
Farewell - I'll be waiting for you.
Farewell - I'll be waiting for you.
I'll be waiting for you.
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