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BookAria November’s bride

Альбом · Когда Тени Падут · 2025 · Этническая, Фолк

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I was born where two roads meet as one
Where autumn slumbers, and winter holds its breath undone
And in the forest hush, the months would speak
Deciding whose I was, and whose embrace I’d seek
November called me with a wind so stern
October laughed with orchards waiting their return
I never knew what fate would choose for me
But winter’s month prepared the gift my soul would be


I stand between them, like the thinnest icy thread

That melts away where wandering hearts are led
And if I choose the path where I should be
It matters not no one outruns their destiny


They carried me through forests still and deep
A child who slumbered, never hearing voices weep
But he stepped out — like morning’s silver breath
And brushed me with a snow as soft and young as death
He gave me hair as dark as woven night
And eyes of frozen dusk, yet ended not the fight
He would not claim the babe as winter’s own
And so the months returned me safely to my home


I stand between them, like the thinnest icy thread

That melts away where wandering hearts are led
And if I choose the path where I should be
It matters not no one outruns their destiny


I sought the winter woods to ask for water bright
The living stream that heals with cold ancestral might
The mage was stern, yet warmth was in his tone
As if he knew my name before my life had grown
He shared the truth of why his eyes are blind
He once saved innocence the world had left behind
And suddenly I wondered could it be
That I was his — not November’s promised bride to be


I stand between them, like the thinnest icy thread

That melts away where wandering hearts are led
And if I choose the path where I should be
It matters not no one outruns their destiny


And if the world should ask me, Whose are you
I’ll say I’m born of leaves in dreams of shifting hue
The ones that fade beneath November’s sigh
And wrap me in December storms that wander by


I stand between them, like the thinnest icy thread

That melts away where wandering hearts are led
And if I choose the path where I should be
It matters not no one outruns their destiny

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