Тексты песен «Gothica»

A gentle throb, a warm breath, The consciousness of travelling, Of the mysterious end Distinguish us from cold shadows. Mute voices in the universe, So different, so anonymous. Creators in the arts: Orphic, evocative...

[Lines by Pedro Calderon de la Barca 1600-1681] Que es la vida? Una ilusion, Una sombra, una ficcion, Y el mayor bien es pequeno Que toda la vida es sueno Y los suenos suenos son. No temais, no, de que os falte...

[Lines by Pedro Calderon de la Barca 1600-1681] Que es la vida? Una ilusion, Una sombra, una ficcion, Y el mayor bien es pequeno Que toda la vida es sueno Y los suenos suenos son. No temais, no, de que os falte...

Avverto la tua presenza Nel buio denso di terrore, Sibili piano, strisciante paura, Sei vicina, adombri la mia mente, I tuoi occhi. cosa vedo? In pietra mi tramuto, Se solo non avessi fissato il mio sguardo In te...

Siedi qui, vicino a me, Parlami del cielo, dei tuoi viaggi e poi di poesia. Dimmi prima che tutto svanisca, Esiste l'infinito nel buio. "Sit down here, near to me, Talk me about the sky, your travels and about poetry...

It's dark and I retire into myself, My thought is taken away by the wind. It's a background music to the rhythm Of the breaking waves, to breathing. Why is this world so gloomy, The dark labyrinth is consuming me, No...

Fluid is the night which I plunge in, Coloured by the sunset, enlightened by the moon. I weave weft of dreams Erasing them with reality, I wait for Death That will come from the sea. I grow flowers watering them With...

[Words by Dante Gabriele Rossetti 1828-1882] Lungi e la luce che in su questo muro Rifrange appena, un breve istante scorta Del rio palazzo alla soprana porta. Lungi quei fiori d'Enna, O lido oscuro, Dal frutto tuo...

[Words by Delgado Jose Espronceda 1808-1842] Y encontre mi illusion desvanecida Y eterno e insaciable mi deseo: Palpe la realidad y odie la vida. Solo en la paz de los sepulcros creo. "And I found my hope had vanished...

And I'm breathing the air of lost land, I travel in the true dimension. Tedium is interrupted, I penetrate into The light of revelation, I meet the man and his spirit, His art, his grace, true spiritual love, The...

Like a fast start is the sonorous wake, A voice made of numberless voices. I'm turning round, looking for you, But your sound springs from inside. You reality without essence, Eternal fire and icy pallor. Tell me where...

Quanti colori ha il mondo che per me Non furono che un unico tono basso, omogeneo, Un'unica stagione brumosa mai scandita Dal cader di una foglia, dal suono soave di vite Che avvolgenti scivolano e guizzano Stagliate...

When everything is bathed in colour And a blinding golden path Shines from the sky onto the sea, To the white shingle beach which is below you, Blood stains stand out every so often: red poppies. In your deep tomb,...

[Words by Gustavo Adolfo Becquer 1836-1870] Adonde voy? El mas sombrio y triste De los paramos cruza: Valle de eternas nieves y de eternas Melancolicas brumas. En donde este una piedra solitaria Sin iscripcion alguna,...

From the rugged mountains, Down to the valley, Amongst the fresh clouds Which cross my body, The wind doesn't let me breathe And I dream of dying. Everyday I want to enjoy That sensation of mystery Which I perceive...

Emptiness prevails Over my mind... I would deny myself, not think anything, Cast myself in the void, The wave, slipping fast into it, Slipping and then maybe living again In a meadow where there are Serene people...

[I. Into the church of the Capuchins] [II. Antonia] [III. The Bleeding Nun] [IV. Covenant] Somnia, terrores magicos, miracula, sagas, Nocturnos lemures, portentaque. [lines by Horat] Agitur animus in noctem et...

The leaves grown dark By the autumn wind fall Cover the ground, Cover your body, The wrapping of your being That hides your true ego. The warm dew of your eyes flows, Nothing is there to wait for her, It gets lost in...

You slide across the branches, Your glitter is fertile pollen, You're shadows in the shape of leaves. A wind that ripples the crest of waves against the current, You caress the rivers but you are the springs. Your...

[Lines by Christina Georgina Rossetti 1830-1894] Thou sleepest where the lilies fade, Thou dwellest where the lilies fade not: Sweet, when thine earthly part decayed Thy heavenly part decayed not. Thou dwellest where...