Haapsalu

Artwork by Yuri Petrilli. Original artwork Photos: Wikimedia Commons

Lyrics

Baltic Memories

I saw the pearly gates in her kind green eyes
Innocent days in baltic memories, and shapes of love to come

A younger yesterday
Smells of endless days
 

Wake up after two years, those velvet times seem not too far
Different eyes and smiles next to my seat in morning flight
And i see, that well known state of mind
That you write in pages of a more authentic dream 
 

Making new lights in baltic memories
Piecing together dreams of our pure souls
I find a treasure in our sincere talks
Standing by your side when the sun is gone
 

Making new lights in Baltic Memories
Piecing together our tomorrows
 

Evening breeze in Old Town
Is not that much cold
Until i hold your hand
In this new memories
i find the right way
to go back to home and don't worry about a thing
 

Some are gone and one remains
in that lifetime trail
restarting from this place
and waiting for the chance 
to hold the right hand
in which find the true mean of love

Smokey Shades

A distant outline through Dublin streets
a familiar fog embraces the night
no more pints to drink in Temple Bar
only an endless walk along silent quays
Seeing only smokey shades
 

A distant night embraced by strong smells through these sleepy streets
Something crossed my mind, when I looked to silent quays
Sweet eyes and long, blond hair of that girl in brighter and luckier days
Maybe matter of time but it doesn't matter now!
 

Seeing Only Smokey Shades
 

Some days with her along the Galway bay don't seem too far
The same old sound of strange and weak love of two years ago
An impatient train is waiting me when night is gone
 

Seeing only smokey shades

An endless walk in silent quays

Thinking of her

Haapsalu

We fell in love with those old skies,
painted in dreams and sweet echoes of fairies voice.

We still are white phantoms lost in Haapsalu.
 

We lived future looking at past, under this sky
And through this promenade we  found a far away home.

And we were kissed by baltic waves... 
Oh Haapsalu when we'll touch your breath again?
 

I still remember (that) smell of cinnamon and far ancient wars.

We lived future looking at past, under this sky
And through this promenade we  found a far away home.
 

I saw in that marble bench the brightest picture of our young love
I saw in that mable bench the brightest picture of our young love, in that far bay.

Beyond The Last Horizon

There's only need to break down
all that seems true
beyond last horizon
there's no doom
 

like walking on a wire
and never fall to the ground
beyond last horizon
balance is yours
 

How many times you have been
working to make peace with yourself?

All pains are disappeared with
your strenght, you give birth to these days
 

How many years you have been
working to make peace with yourself?

All pains are disappeared with
your strenght to give birth to these days
 

You think that some black memories
never leave your soul 

Some empty rooms still can hush you
like your darkest days 
do you let me sweep all those pains?

Winterfell

(A) four demons water work,
Sculpt'd like deadly magical stones.
She broke the stillness just to swim,
what she found was a granite manhole.
She came in silence,
An old grey face,
Lost in an unripe lives dark landscape.
She was arrived.
 

Fire was cracklin' in the blue.
Fire was cracklin' in the blue.
 

Was not so scary,
Was not so ugly ,
Maybe old stories were wrong.

Was not so scary,
Was not so ugly,
What is above so is belove.
 

Roof covered in daisies and ringing bells,
Sparkling melted gold waterfall

Just in a while
Her body slipped away
and then she was crossing the land
Breaking through the hell

And so she thrown her rags away,
Walking fast 
In that flower smelling breeze.
 

Misleading Years Through Her Green Yes
Leave Suffered Traces In Your Days
 

The more she was far from real world,
Those velvet dreams became so true:
like fire in the blue.  

Chestnut Maze

My car has fought against the fog
No lights, no road signs in these woods

Run away, from everyday
Find my balance up there
This mountain is my elevator

To my craved chestnut maze

I left the keys at home
No matter how long
my mind remains betweeen these chestnut trees

Old memories return
About my childhood
That time does not seems so much too far

 

I take a walk beyond these trees

and i found my way among the stars

this silent village seems to explode

of many sceneries from the past

Run away, from everyday
Find my balance up there
This mountain is my elevator

To my craved chestnut maze

Suddendly the garden of this gloomy village

seems to speak old stories (a)bout winter days
Days of wine and roses heated in that tavern's fire

rediscovering the colours of a cold January Night

A rainy night is come
In a cold November fall
The most intimate way to find myself

 

Old memories return
About my childhood
That time does not seems so much too far


I take a walk beyond these trees

and i found my way among the stars

this silent village seems to explode

of many sceneries from the past

the mountain's top seems to be

my silent cradle tonight

a brighter sky, free from lies
will bring back my purest years

Fairytales, Nowadays
 

You know I've been thinking about that precious past we had
and everything I saw is a crack'd reflection of tender flower's bloom 

Sometimes I look to the stars in that scary black deep sky 
and everything I see is drawing of a quiet promise we made 

I will love you 'till the end of time
Like (a) gold coin on the bottom of the ocean
(that) sparks in bright sunny days

I will love you 'till the end of time 
Like a prayer that sparks in rainy days.

And when I hear you talk and smile I thank god we're together
All is made up of soft dreams, I surely know will last forever.

And when I hear you talk and smile I thank god we're together
All is made up of soft dreams, I surely know will last forever.

That's all I know.

 

You're sun in the dark of thousands nights and days.
Like the purest though of a children mi-iind.

 

Kaspar Hauser

 

He's called an enigma of his time
A boy appears in Nuremberg streets

No words, no sounds, no history
A boy without name and an empty mind


(He's a kindhearted soul in a insidious world)
An anonymous face

(He's a helpless soul in a insidious would)
Under a deadpan sky

 

The people starts to come and see
the boy with no name and memories

a hundred of questions about his past

can't find an answer, even in his eyes

(He's a kindhearted soul in a insidious world)
An anonymous face

(He's a helpless soul in a insidious would)
 

Who ever knows, who ever knows, who ever knows
Kaspar Hauser's past?

Some aristocrats take play of his life
presenting him in their gorgeous halls
that boy with a kindhearted soul
loses his trust in that deaf mankind

(He's a kindhearted soul in a insidious world)
An anonymous face

(He's a helpless soul in a insidious would)

After five years in a gloomy cold night
Kaspar Hauser dies alone, in Ansbarch park

stabbed by an unknown hand
that cold night remains his secret

after three days of grievous agony

only survives a sad history

about a boy and his helpless faith

You Can't Sit With The Sabbath
 

He leaves the sun behind flakes of snow

in a forgotten land

build his dreams of new states of mind

under a siberian sky


Through an inclement snow, he finds the way

of a godless place in this cold earth
He knows about a man, who defies his life

fleeing from a foolish and deaf mankind

Escaping through some unknown trails

forgettin' all the pains of his life


He finds an answer through millenial trees
meeting the darkest side of himself

he reaches the silent place where the eagles dare

with that silver seal but...


Suddenly, the grave starts to live through a sudden fire

a distant shadow of a wise old man

a rusted voice from dark subjects his lone soul

sayin' to him: say goodbye to your life

the desolation of this iced lands

will take care of your grave

run through larchs and firs saving your lone life

escaping from the illusion of that mad trails

He tried to find the turning of your life

in that forgotten land

the widest place on earth was indeed to small

for sharing the sabbath's throne

 

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