Текст песни
From lofty heights I watch afar —
The silhouettes of fate, like scenes upon a screen,
They drift toward me, frame by frame, from where they are.
To read their meaning, time alone is keen — no frantic will, no vain machine.
We long, like seers of ancient fame,
To pierce tomorrow's veil, to know, to name.
Yet wisdom speaks in softer tone
"Let patience reign — let truth be shown,
And watch the river find its own."
I see the event horizon rise —
It swells, it spreads, the Black Hole wide.
No flash of light, no prophet's cries,
I know - the point of no return is crossed, the other side.
The astronomer who charts the deep,
Who reads the dark where silence sleeps,
Is not the oracle of old —
Yet truths untold his eyes do keep,
In star-mapped halls where none may peep.
Through my own lens I gaze above,
On distant seas of flame and love —
Galaxies burning, quasars bright,
I trace their arcs with patient sight,
No haste, no rush — I write, I write.
I see the event horizon rise —
It swells, it spreads, the Black Hole wide.
No flash of light, no prophet's cries,
I know - the point of no return is crossed, the other side.
The pattern's drawn, the numbers set...
The cosmic clock is wound...
The cycles turn, the rhythms met...
No mystery is found...
I see the event horizon rise —
It swells, it spreads, the Black Hole wide.
No flash of light, no prophet's cries,
I know - the point of no return is crossed, the other side.
It feeds and grows, consumes the stranger light,
Devours all, returns no gleam to night...
The Black Hole...
The Black Hole...
