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The Steams - The Lament şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: The Steams

albüm: Mild Conquest


Ἔστιν οὖν τραγῳδία μίμησις πράξεως σπουδαίας καὶ τελείας μέγεθος ἐχούσης
Ἡδυσμένῳ λόγῳ χωρὶς ἑκάστου τῶν εἰδῶν ἐν τοῖς μορίοις
Δρώντων καὶ οὐ δι᾽ ἀπαγγελίας
Δι᾽ ἐλέου καὶ φόβου περαίνουσα τὴν τῶν τοιούτων παθημάτων κάθαρσιν

Come to the land of the stabbed hills
See the beds of thirsty rivers
Those who never meet the sea
Not everything that's gold, shimmers

Look how they planted the white tall steel
With pointy wings and electric noises
Stained by the blood of birds
Since the trees have lost their voices

Surpass your weeping song
Embalming hands of you demented
The fireflies that feed your soul
Of all the regions now forgotten

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