Your face was pale and turned away It must have hurt to go that way The gasp you made, your last refrain More shock than pain, could not explain But in your eyes, something to say I'll have to wait, until my... Day starts with a tear, always sat alone All goes for a reason? Or no? Please let me know My fallen friend, I've failed you again, again It's two knocks for yes & just one knock for no All goes for a reason? Or no? Please let me know I'd do anything, just to hear your voice again No one knows what happened when you died And that's the reason why the loved ones cried No one knows if you're in heaven Or if dead was the end No one knows if you'll be back again And if someone says they know then it's a lie You can only judge what's seen with your two eyes Can't say if this thing that sits behind these fevered eyes Will one day sit behind another's eyes And there was only as much joy as there was pain Which made an ultimately empty game But sometimes in the dead of night a voice whispers my name Maybe it speaks from another plane Or maybe it's a sign that I'm insane
@@Zeding_Stuff , о да! Это ощущается с первых секунд каждой его песни! А ведь не вся грустная музыка такой эффект вызывает. Очень хочется узнать, в чём заключается магия звучания!
Your face was pale and turned away
It must have hurt to go that way
The gasp you made, your last refrain
More shock than pain, could not explain
But in your eyes, something to say
I'll have to wait, until my...
Day starts with a tear, always sat alone
All goes for a reason?
Or no? Please let me know
My fallen friend, I've failed you again, again
It's two knocks for yes & just one knock for no
All goes for a reason?
Or no? Please let me know
I'd do anything, just to hear your voice again
No one knows what happened when you died
And that's the reason why the loved ones cried
No one knows if you're in heaven
Or if dead was the end
No one knows if you'll be back again
And if someone says they know then it's a lie
You can only judge what's seen with your two eyes
Can't say if this thing that sits behind these fevered eyes
Will one day sit behind another's eyes
And there was only as much joy as there was pain
Which made an ultimately empty game
But sometimes in the dead of night a voice whispers my name
Maybe it speaks from another plane
Or maybe it's a sign that I'm insane
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Музыка Мэта почему-то кажется такой русской, с этой нашей русской тоской и печалью.
@@Zeding_Stuff , о да! Это ощущается с первых секунд каждой его песни! А ведь не вся грустная музыка такой эффект вызывает. Очень хочется узнать, в чём заключается магия звучания!
@@Zeding_Stuff yes! His music has a meld of Russian, Spain, and what feels like pirate music to me