Отражения осенней Москвы

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Если гулять по Москве осенью перед концертом Sol Invictus, то настроение, растворившись в
An English Garden, затаившись в In A Silent Place, тревожно вздрогнув от We Are The Dead Men
перекапает в фотографии...
Тогда солнце и золотые листя перемешаются в воде... из окна выглянет небо... покроется рябью воздух....




In the garden by the wall
Something moved and someone called
Why is it hollow beneath the stone?
Why is Mother crying, on her own?
An English garden in the rain
Something hidden and something strange
Don't go walking in woods
Yes, Father dear, you're understood
An English garden in the rain
Someone whispered my name







All we need is fantasy
All to be we want to be
All you need is fantasy
All to be you want to be
All we need is fantasy
All to be we want to be

This is the silent place
Where everybody speaks the same
This is the silent place
Where people stare but cannot see







We are the dead men
Being dead can make you bored
We built the ships
For war and for peace
We built that church
In whose gardens we sleep
We built the ships
For war and for peace
We built that church
In whose gardens we sleep