Тексты песен «Aesma Daeva»


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Aesma Daeva - Stay

Stay Stay, Time, awhile thy flying, Stay, Time, awhile thy flying, Stay, Time, awhile thy flying, Stay and pity me dying. For Fate and friends have left me, And of comfort (has) bereft me. Come, come, close my eyes;...

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Aesma Daeva - The Bluish Shade

The Bluish Shade When you whispered your secret, floating afar on a winter's fog, you lashed your saint, so I sing my silent vow. Nothing in this world lives on, my friend. Nothing in this world brings back our silent...

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Aesma Daeva - The Camp Of Souls

The Camp Of Souls [An adaption of the poem by Isabella Valancy Crawford] My white canoe, like the silvery air O'er the River of Death that darkly rolls When the moons of the world are round and fair, I paddle back...

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Aesma Daeva - The Eros Of Frigid Beauty

Frozen beauty lies blind in ice, no eyes to see What's always been and always it shall...

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Aesma Daeva - The Loon

The Loon Upon the lake, upon the windless water, swim down to me, beautiful bird. Mercy, stay not forever out of reach. I hear, I hear your evening song, strange alien song. Watered in blood in which I sink and drown,...

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Aesma Daeva - The Origin Of The Muse

The Origin Of The Muse I sing of the muse I sing of the muse My oar strikes the sea I sing of the muse I sing of the muse My oar strikes the sea Christ Christ can't save me Christ Christ ran from me I'm facing the...

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Aesma Daeva - The Sons Of Heaven

The Sons Of Heaven Man kind asked star light Man kind asked star light Those who heaven helps we call the sons of heaven They do not learn this by learning Those whom heaven helps we call the sons of heaven They do...

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Aesma Daeva - Tisza's Child

Tisza's Child Daughters, sons, river deaths: faces pale like moons; and hands, bright stars. Fair children cradle water graves. Vast river, spirits, can you hear us pray? Arise, hear my lullaby, how I wreck my broken...

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Aesma Daeva - When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be

When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high piled books, in charact'ry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,...