Текст песни
The wheel of days devours without a sound,
It pulls me deep into its endless spin,
No exit from the circle can be found,
No rest allowed from all the noise within.
Around me whirls the routine’s empty race,
A scattered motion, circling the ground,
The Earth herself spins through the void of space,
And takes along whoever’s idle-bound.
The wheel keeps turning round,
My head is spinning with the sound,
The whirlpool draws us down,
We spin together, tightly bound.
And in this endless shifting of the scene,
This chain of hollow, meaningless affairs,
I catch a precious glimpse between—
A flash of light, a truth that breaks the snares.
Then silence rang, though not a sound was made,
And thought grew weary, speechless, still,
The song of life had almost ceased to fade,
And peace descended on my will.
The wheel keeps turning round,
My head is spinning with the sound,
The whirlpool draws us down,
We spin together, tightly bound.
The ring constricts, the grip grows tight,
The wheel of life rolls faster through the night,
Yet deep inside, a warmth remains,
My heart beats slow, unchained by chains.
The wheel keeps turning round,
My head is spinning with the sound,
The whirlpool draws us down,
We spin together, tightly bound.
The wheel of life rolls on,
The warmth inside burns strong.
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