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“City That Does Not Exist”
(Translation provided by Olga)
The night and silence given for ever.
It's raining, or maybe it's snowing.
All the same, warmed up with endless hope
In the distance I see the city that does not exist.
It's easy for the wanderer to find a shelter there.
Surely he's remembered and awaited there.
Day in day after, losing and confusing the trace,
I'm going to this city that does not exist.
The fire is burning there for me,
Like an eternal mark of the forgotten trues.
There's but one step to get there,
But this last step is longer than life.
Who will give me the answer: what is given me by destiny?
To learn this is not my fate.
Maybe, behind the threshold of the spent years
I'll find this city that does not exist.
The fire is burning there for me,
Like an eternal mark of the forgotten trues.
There's but one step to get there,
But this last step is longer than life.
(Translation provided by Olga)
The night and silence given for ever.
It's raining, or maybe it's snowing.
All the same, warmed up with endless hope
In the distance I see the city that does not exist.
It's easy for the wanderer to find a shelter there.
Surely he's remembered and awaited there.
Day in day after, losing and confusing the trace,
I'm going to this city that does not exist.
The fire is burning there for me,
Like an eternal mark of the forgotten trues.
There's but one step to get there,
But this last step is longer than life.
Who will give me the answer: what is given me by destiny?
To learn this is not my fate.
Maybe, behind the threshold of the spent years
I'll find this city that does not exist.
The fire is burning there for me,
Like an eternal mark of the forgotten trues.
There's but one step to get there,
But this last step is longer than life.