Hudba: Eyrah, Ertha 2023
Text: Eyrah 2011
Prvn\u00ed verzi t\u00e9hle skladby napsal Eyrah v roce 2011, ale dlouh\u00e1 l\u00e9ta le\u017eela nedokon\u010den\u00e1 u ledu. V jej\u00edm \u00favodu je mo\u017eno vid\u011bt Grega v netradi\u010dn\u00ed roli metalov\u00e9ho dirigenta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What life are we supposed to live I have turned away from the past I can\u2019t look up at the sky Ref.: Should my soul be whispering wind, Ref.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This moment is all I possess. Thirty silvery coins Ref. <\/p>\n\n\n\n zp\u011bt<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Hudba: Eyrah, Ertha 2023Text: Eyrah 2011Prvn\u00ed verzi t\u00e9hle skladby napsal Eyrah v roce 2011, ale dlouh\u00e1 l\u00e9ta le\u017eela nedokon\u010den\u00e1 u ledu. V jej\u00edm \u00favodu je […]<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"translation":{"provider":"WPGlobus","version":"2.12.2","language":"gb","enabled_languages":["cz","gb"],"languages":{"cz":{"title":true,"content":true,"excerpt":false},"gb":{"title":false,"content":false,"excerpt":false}}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ertha.cz\/gb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1540"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ertha.cz\/gb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ertha.cz\/gb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ertha.cz\/gb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ertha.cz\/gb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1540"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/ertha.cz\/gb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1540\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1542,"href":"https:\/\/ertha.cz\/gb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1540\/revisions\/1542"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ertha.cz\/gb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1540"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
So that Death would hide his face in shame
And the ferryman on the river Styx
Would lead his boat from the shore
Crying\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
I see no more the first stars
I don\u2019t hear the stories the fathers told
Nor can I read from the birds\u2019 flight<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I play hide and seek with the light
What will make me worth living
Worth living this life forever?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
From the ashes to innocence,
From the human to the divine
Longing for purity
It burns till death
I have betrayed myself
So many times,
Will it save me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Weeping earth, solemn sea?
To hunt with wolves, to crawl with snakes,
Will it make me stay?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Should I let it go?
Stride out towards the ocean
And put the flame within to sleep?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And a kiss on my own cheek
I\u2019d better devour them all
And take the last farewell\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n