Description
At first, it seems like just darkness and poetry on the verge of sleep. But the longer you listen, the clearer it becomes: this is a song about how beautifully everything that once seemed eternal crumbles. About tenderness stuck in the mud of reality, and light that is too fragile to survive under the weight of its own hopes.
Each line seems to whisper through water - about internal catastrophes that happen quietly, without witnesses. And that makes it especially painful. In this world, where we build only to destroy again, there is a tired, almost tender admission: there was fire, but now it sleeps under layers of ash.
Lyrics and translation
Original
A bud in the filth began to weep
The glow that was born too soft to keep
The cradle dissolved in a colorless flood
And no one could see it once was blood
Pure once, we bleed beneath the strain
Can shadows know the sorrow?
We build our worlds to break again
And dream of lost tomorrow
A voice we fake to make it heard
This sense becomes the shelter
To keep the seed
Our flame is lost beneath
Lost beneath
Our flame is lost beneath
Pure once, we bleed beneath the strain
Can shadows know the sorrow?
We build our worlds to break again
And dream of lost tomorrow