Текст песни
I stand where the tents still breathe in sleep,
Where dew writes names that no one reads.
The first light splits along the hill
And pours through every glass I keep.
I've watched this field in other years,
Through fog that wore a different face.
The banners change, the songs decay,
But dawn returns to the same place.
And all the mornings I have known
Press close behind this single one —
Festival dawn, break through the stone,
Fracture every mirror I own.
Let me stand where the light falls whole
Before the crowd reclaims the throne.
The stages rise like ribs of ships,
The speakers hum their hollow prayer.
I see a girl in nineteen-twelve
Pinning roses in her hair.
She flickers — gone. A boy in denim
Carries drums across the mud.
Each decade presses through the next
Like pages turning in a flood.
And all the mornings I have known
Press close behind this single one —
Festival dawn, break through the stone,
Fracture every mirror I own.
Let me stand where the light falls whole
Before the crowd reclaims the throne.
I pause the link. I close the doors.
Just this field. Just this light.
One morning, undivided,
Held like breath before the sound.
Festival dawn, break through the stone,
Fracture every mirror I own.
I stand where the light falls whole —
This morning is my own.
