Представляем точный текст композиции "Sylvia I" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Butterfly Assassins . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Sylvia I» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Butterfly Assassins передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Butterfly Assassins - "Sylvia I"
Lyrics to Sylvia I : The event of our lifetime Is almost underway. The children laugh and sing; Let them play. The eyes of innocence look on And make another wish, For wishes can come true When they are pure. A candle burns; wax trickles down To rest on weathered wood Between two chairs, set facing Through the glow. The winter wind comes wandering in To freeze the silent pose; No matter how it tries, The candle glows. No matter how it tries, The candle glows. No matter how it tries... In one chair sits Sylvia With sullen eyes and a weak chin, Next to Father Time With his shoulders back and grim. Theyve been sitting there with steady glares Unblinking and unchanged, Contemplating something Dark and lonely. Theyve been sitting there for hours, days, And weeks and months and years, Waiting for their moment to arrive. The anthem plays its melody Thats in and out of time, Goin, la la la la da da da da da The light that never flickers Only has one point of view. Surrounding darkness makes itself At home. The girl was of fine color And was shaped of solid gold. The man was pallid White and set in stone. The rose with frozen Petals never withers in the sun. The mind that never learns Never forgets. The winter wind comes wandering in To freeze the heart and skin; No matter how it tries, The candle glows. Twikling lights and merry men Are dancing in the street As shining figures bustle To and fro. The snow is softly falling Like a blanket in the cold. With flakes that warm The hearts of those who let them There is one place along the way Thats dimly lit and grey, But no one seems to notice In their joy. The winter wind comes wandering in To hear its own self blow; No matter how it tries, The candle glows No matter how it tries, The candle glows. No matter how it tries, The candle glows. In one chair sits Sylvia With sullen eyes and a weak chin, Next to Father Time, With her shoulders black and grim. Their somber stares all-steady glares Unblinking and unchanged, Contemplating something Dark and lonely. Theyve been sitting there for hours, days, And weeks and months and years, Waiting for their moment to arrive. Finally a slow grin played Across her daring face, And the old bag grew a look of sudden horror With that the old man died, Smashed his wrinkled, balding head. And the girl got up and left the room And went out into the winter wind, and... [ Sylvia I Lyrics ]
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