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Peak #70
Peak in subgenre #6
Author
Cristian Dica / Felicia Stela Ionescu
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Felicia Stela Ionescu
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December 29, 2007
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MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 4:29
Story behind the song
Text: Cristian Dica / Muzica: Felicia Stela Ionescu.
Voce si chitara: Felicia Stela Ionescu
Inregistrare - 1996
Lyrics
I.
Cearcanul lunii inca mai rugineste-n somn,
De bolta noptii clara, in neclintire nins,
Mai sprijina o poarta, o taina, un descantec;
In ochiul sau mai ara un fluture aprins.
Refren:
E prea tarziu, iubite, sa fim o intamplare
Alta, decat aceea dintr-o icoana veche,
Oglinzi pulsand in cosmos au valurit pamantul
Surpat in gura noastra, ne-au regasit pereche
II.
E liniste in lucruri, pasari imense trec
Rotind in m?ri florale de arabesc padurea;
Iubite, rupe steaua care-mi vegheaza mersul,
Mantia de racoare sa lunece aiurea.
Refren:
E prea tarziu, iubite, sa fim o intamplare
Alta, decat aceea dintr-o icoana veche,
Oglinzi pulsand in cosmos au valurit pamantul
Surpat in gura noastra, ne-au regasit pereche
Recitare:
E prea tarziu sa radem, suntem copii batrani
Sa ne ferim de moarte e prea tarziu. Priveste:
Lumina e-ntamplarea de-a nu fi munte, ap?
Inchipuim lumina un munte fara creste
Care ne-astupa vazul, nelinistea si zeii
Inmanusind un spatiu utopic: neputinta...
O apa tarmurita in densa fulgerare a sangelui
Rugandu-si in matca nefiinta.
III.
Si nu mai stim de spaima ce nori talazuiesc
In fresca minerala o stare de repaos,
Daca ninsoarea este o treapta in cadere
Sau templului de roua culoare si adaos.
Refren:
E prea tarziu, iubite, sa fim o intamplare
Alta, decat aceea dintr-o icoana veche,
Oglinzi pulsand in cosmos au valurit pamantul
Surpat in gura noastra, ne-au regasit pereche
i.
The circle of the moon still rusts in sleep,
From the vault of the clear night, in immovable snow,
It also supports a gate, a secret, an enchantment;
There is still a burning butterfly in his eye.
Chorus:
It's too late, my love, to be just a coincidence
Other than the one from an old icon,
Mirrors pulsating in the cosmos rippled the earth
Surprised in our mouth, they found us a pair
II.
Things are quiet, huge birds pass by
Spinning in floral groves of arabesque the forest;
Beloved, break the star that watches over my walk,
Let the cooling cloak slip away.
Chorus:
It's too late, my love, to be just a coincidence
Other than the one from an old icon,
Mirrors pulsating in the cosmos rippled the earth
Surprised in our mouth, they found us a pair
Recitation:
It's too late to laugh, we are old children
It is too late to avoid death. Look:
Light is the coincidence of not being a mountain, ap?
We imagine the light as a mountain without crests
Which blocks our vision, restlessness and the gods
Embracing a utopian space: impotence...
A turbulent water in the dense flash of blood
Praying in his unborn womb.
III.
And we no longer know what clouds are rolling in fear
In the mineral fresco a state of rest,
If the snow is a falling step
Or the temple of dew color and addition.
Chorus:
It's too late, my love, to be just a coincidence
Other than the one from an old icon,
Mirrors pulsating in the cosmos rippled the earth
Surprised in our mouth, they found us a pair
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