Світанок / Sunrise from Svitanok by Obiymy Doschu

I no longer see the words
That can gather everything flowing
In the soul, as if the only thing left
Is the song
I no longer hear how time flies
Like a free bird without guilt
Without possessions, without roots
A gray, fleeting killer moment

I don’t tire of crawling forward
Breaking through the bars
To rise and rebuild
Every bridge that’s been destroyed
To feel life without embellishment
Like the fragrant wildflowers
That sway without fear of withering
While there’s still time

Like a white blanket, snow will cover the earth
And the sun, breaking free, will melt the groves and rushing rivers
Mighty trees and grasses will bloom, welcoming the dawn
And the world, waking up, will heal its wounds again

Here’s the threshold and the home
That greets you with its warmth
Here are a million things and memories
Of the years spent living within it
There’s no strength left to carry on
And you only know you’re not the last
To have lost hope
Just like you

Like a white blanket, snow will cover the earth
And the sun, breaking free, will melt the groves and rushing rivers
Mighty trees and grasses will bloom, welcoming the dawn
And the world, waking up, will heal its wounds again

And the depths, breathing in, will quench their piercing hunger
The air will mix the future with the past and scatter it around
So the world can rise again with strong and new hands
Yet somehow, it’s hard to believe
That this will happen to us

• Rock
• crossover prog
• prog rock
• progressive rock
• symphonic prog
• symphonic rock
• Kyiv