Empyrium
听这首歌已经一年多了，每次听到审美疲劳以后一个月再听，风采不减当年。
And again the moon is on the wave, gliding gently into me,
on silent wings the night comes from there,
as my heart longs to thee
for in my hand I still hold the rose that froze long times ago,
its leafs have withered, it ceased to grow – left in me is woe.
The wine of love, is so sweet, but bitter is regret,
I knew at sunset I would meet the ascending veils of dread.
Before my eyes nocturnal curtains fall,
The dark and gentle haze of the night, greedily devours all.
[The Night:]
"Woe to him whose heart is filled with bitter rue and who drowns in grief"
In the silence of the night I loose myself,
it makes me drunken with its sweet blue sound.
In the drunk’ness of solitude
I fear no more the solemn realms of death
No single sigh from my lips as I drink the wine of bitterness
My heart is aching nevermore
for I know that all may end
Just I and the poetry of the night
Now forever one….
Just I and the poetry of the night, now forever one,
The ensemble of silence plays so beautiful for me…
第一次听这首歌脑子里面就浮现了泥土和森林。
记得在n年里面的一篇博客写道过这首歌。
德国人的声音，是不是除了自然以外，还有些许寒冷？
严寒而让人敬畏。
值得去听一遍又一遍，来自德国的乐队empyrium
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