With the air of a sigh
Strange title but I loe it, it's like an image, does not it?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmzjOhy8EKo
Which among so many mists
hides that truth that sometimes screams
and sometimes only breathes?
What beats in my oblivion
that turns me into my executioner
without knowing what my fault is?
Everything is ink that fades
under the water of a tear
the portrait of a yesterday
that is still here
despite being gone
What good are my dreams
if there are no skiess to place them in?
What good are my hands
if there is only air to hold on to?
What it's for?
They are words that went away
with the air of a sigh
and even if I look into my guts
I will find nothing clear
when life and its traps
turn off the light of the soul
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A very hypnotic track Mora. I appreciate the translation, though I love to hear you sing in your language..or any language! Another terrific arrangement. You and Marcus are prolific. Keep doing what you do. I love it.😀
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Yes, trance like music. That seems like a good fit to the lyric!
My favorite lines here are:
What good are my dreams
if there are no skies to place them in?
The message I get from it is about dreams fading away and turning to emptiness, and the joy of life going with it. I don't know if that's right, but that was my interpretation.
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Hola @ChrisPrice
Nice to see you back, thank you so much!!! I've been having a hard time writing songs lately. It's more thought than energy. Maybe it's due to the change of season, but oh well, here's my effort captured in a story.
I personally like lyrics, although of course they're very personal, and that makes them abstract because no one else but me is in my thoughts... but it is what it is, haha.
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Hola @RainyDayMan
Doesn't it happen to you sometimes that you know something but only halfway, like when you wake up and remember a dream, but it's already distorted by being awake...? Dreams, memories, reality, everything is connected by a fragile thread, like a pearl necklace, and when that thread breaks the beads scatter, disordered, and when you put that necklace back together you never know in what order this bead or that one went... Well, I'm getting a little confused trying to explain something that has no shape, color, or smell... but that exists, albeit in a form that isn't useful in a material world... But it's true, there's little heaven left to put dreams in, it's as if you had to dream underground to protect them.
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