KUPAVA MUSIC OF YOUR SOUL

Along the fretboard's strings, the tunings of Jung and Plato,
The archetypes mythically crawl,
Touching with fingers the delicate melodies,
They play the music of your soul.
We cast the hero's archetype,
Upon the pattern of our thought,
We push it shoulder-deep into the mountain,
And maim the flesh with comfort's hand.
In conflict on the road to victory,
We fold it telepathically,
And all at once, within a line, we shift the crosses,
We build a house upon the brave.
Along the fretboard's strings, the tunings of Jung and Plato,
The archetypes mythically crawl,
Touching with fingers the delicate melodies,
They play the music of your soul.
O Sage, where shall we carry on this song,
Grant us your mercy, lead the way.
Tending with a rattle at the cradle in our childhood,
You fill the heat with nature's arching blend.
One dream, the goal of generations,
With solemn face upon a horse,
I clear the space of power, in the paste — hello there,
And separate myself at last!
Along the fretboard's strings, the tunings of Jung and Plato,
The archetypes mythically crawl,
Touching with fingers the delicate melodies,
They play the music of your soul.
Along the fretboard's strings, the tunings of Jung and Plato,
The archetypes mythically crawl,
Touching with fingers the delicate melodies,
They play the music of your soul.
The lover, jester, outcast, savior,
A typical recount of modern days,
A typical post in the right-hand column, smoothly —
I'm losing it beneath the weight of cares.
Along the fretboard's strings, the tunings of Jung and Plato,
The archetypes mythically crawl,
Touching with fingers the delicate melodies,
They play the music of your soul.