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Текст песни «The Coldest Woods» от Divine Syndrome

Представляем точный текст композиции "The Coldest Woods" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Divine Syndrome . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Coldest Woods» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Divine Syndrome передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.

Divine Syndrome - "The Coldest Woods"

Lyrics to The Coldest Woods : Im lost in the woods, And theyre the coldest ones. Appear specters of light beings, Then frozen there they go. Im lost in the woods, Deceptions cry in canons. The foetus of my being Fossilized under the snow. And then I see under the ice Of a frozen pond, Imprisoned by a thirteen-year winter, Separated by the fence of my vices, Drowning pictures and sounds of a reflection, Marvelous and desperate, Of my inner self in the waters Deploying waves of consciousness. Suddenly I hear those childrens cries I have always refused to hear. This foetus I buried myself To gain a tissue of lies, Hes calling me, his distress I can feel. As I comprehend my loss, I dig frantically the ground. My hands are lacerated by the frost. When I finally find his body He dies in my arms. Im to blame for his death. Now its only between us. I did not forget you. Where were you all this time ' If you knew how much I regret... It doesnt matter, now youre lost. There must be something I can do. You and me must combine. And then I see under the ice Of a frozen pound, Imprisoned by a thirteen-year winter, Separated by the fence of my fears, Drowning pictures and sounds of a reflection Marvelous that supplicate My present self, looking from the border, To deploy waves of consciousness. Nervously I start to cry, The whining that you dont want anyone to hear. When I rock the rotting child He whispers conforting lies Gently to my ears. As I realize the cost, I huddle on my own. Welcoming madness of which Im the host, Softly humming to the corpse The story of a coward. An autophobic among the others...Amen. [ The Coldest Woods Lyrics ]

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