Eight Faces

Love came…

Love came…
Became like blood in my veins
Made my essence free, filled out each part of me with my beloved friend
Took by force the whole my body…
I am a lonely slave of God in this huge world
The daylight would be useless without love
Love came… Became like blood in my veins
Made my essence free, filled out each part of me with my beloved friend
Took by force the whole my body
Or you reach me or i’ll reach you
Or you’ll stay with me without leaving
I wish i could cry my heart out, i wish i had cry
I wish i wasn’t born in the darkness, i wish i could stay in the light
Length and width of a dream can’t be measured
I’ll overcome every obstacle of this life with you
Obstacle is a grief, my rose, God bless you and your soul
Love has no equivalent and your happiness connected with it
Bear the yearning, every knot can be undone
Melancholy in the air a bit because of me
Cause sometimes i’m not on the ground, i’m in the air
Sometimes as flying bird, sometimes as lost grain of sand
I am a lonely slave of God in this huge world
Is it a crime to walk – hand in hand – with every living soul?
Well, then i’m the most criminal in this world
I looked at blue-blue sky, stepped on khaki-coloured ground
The land i’ve seen is huge, but i haven’t seen much more
When this breathing soul becomes desperate
My longing is great, my road is long, and i’m an ant on it
Burning heart is in the water, which flows in the end of the road
If my beloved friend suffocates with me but stays by me anyway
If your beloved friend lives with you and dies with you
He probably will be born as a flower when he’s born again
If every day was mine, every blooming rose would be yours
If tears are ashes of human, then a word is the fire
If word is a spark, then parting burns eyes
If the only eye that sees is heart, then my speech is said by heart
To leave loneliness as a winner without being enlightened
If you’re enlightened, to come back from every travel without sowing the yearning
If you have sown, to take a lesson without letting it to grow
If you don’t, to be happy without finishing your travel
I am the lonely slave of God in this huge world
To be happy without finishing your travel
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Drawing by Amadeo Preziosi, 1857
Words are translatation of song’s lyrics

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