SATEET PALATA SAAVAT - LYRICS

01 – Gathering Above

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02 – The Other

Figures drown in backlight
they know each other not
Their gazes never meet
yielding too early
Faces drawn with assumptions
giving them their form
Both reaching towards the other
but never will they meet

The other is the road
it is for the other to roam
The other is the land
its mires are for the other to drown in

If only they got rid of all the obstacles ahead
and closed the gap between
But they can never meet each other halfway

The other is the road
it is for the other to roam
The other is the land
its mires are for the other to drown in

There are no solutions in sight
from afar takes place the silent meeting
of the guardians of the crossing
Assuming the emotions, guessing the values
borrowing their own as masks, as judgements
Trusting the beliefs, believing the assumptions
finally donning the reputation of an antagonist
The shores recede, the bridges burn
their cries repeatedly drowning
beneath the wrath of the rapids

These figures have always strayed
along the opposite shores
The nature of another human being
is left beyond understanding
Even their compassion
only reflects their own image
Trying to grasp the other
but they can not be reached

03 – The Depths

Today I give in
and let my guard down
As I step out into the open
beauty and horror are dancing together
in these bare steppes

And everyone can observe
but the soul with its scars
is too numb to feel the wind
or to experience the cold
While running away from evil
fear allows only the shortcomings
to come out of hiding
Let it all come out
from the dismal mouths of the depths

We are not allowed to tell our demands
to share our genuine thoughts
I will give you my forgiveness
and my own worth as a pledge
as long as you will not keep dwelling in sadness

And everyone can witness
how the soul with its scars
is too timid to tell the truth
or to defend itself
While running away from truth
fear allows only the lies
to come out of hiding
Let it all come out
from the dismal mouths of the depths

Here today the fool in his disguise
will not be laughing anymore
Here today
death will not be walking with me
hand in hand
It did not say anything, nor persuade anyone
it was I who created this state of being
I do not need anything, nor bow to anyone
I will manage to get out by myself

The soul with its scars
is too precious to transform into anything else
or to be cautious of hatred
Fear allows only a stranger
to sneak in through the door
to take control with its shadows
Let it be open for all

04 – Trees of Deadwinter

Trudging through the snow
covering his tracks
as he is accustomed to

Walls decorate the riverbed
seemingly soaring ever higher
year after year
Words that emanate lack of conviction
legs that bear regret
and the habits that dwell on their trail
possess this woeful entity

I witness the languishing surroundings
he is sowing with his dreariness
Sprouted his saplings towards the heavens
their roots extending into the frost
Forged was his landscape
his dreams and aspirations
by those trees of deadwinter
cradled in demise

Thus, the stride is painful in the dawn
and disappointment is the dusk's reward
The pace quickens
yet only the direction matters

I witness the languishing surroundings
he is sowing with his dreariness
Sprouted his saplings towards the heavens
their roots extending into the frost
Forged was his landscape
his dreams and aspirations
by those trees of deadwinter
cradled in demise

05 – The Ground Lies Dead

All this has been witnessed before
The thickets are given new life
patiently recovering
I doubt it will take long
until the frost again reclaims
what is owed to it
when the light in this moment
is hardly able to help them withstand
for long

I have seen this all before
For a thousand times
I have gotten stuck in it
repeating it over and over again

And so the ground lies dead amidst nature's prime
My eyes rest in death, untouched by disappointment
Thus I hope to convert my days into nights
sowing suspicion into the last glimmer of hope

The people have recovered
having gathered their fragments
I doubt it will take long
until they are already lowered six feet under
in mourning
when joy in this moment
is hardly able to carry them
for long

Behold, as he collapses under his own weight
There is plenty of sorrow for those yearning for it
as long as you believe your burden, become attached to it
and remember to bow to it

And so the ground lies dead amidst nature's prime
My eyes rest in death, untouched by disappointment
Thus I hope to convert my days into nights
sowing suspicion into the last glimmer of hope

06 – Of the Waves

The morning wind echoes from the sea
the waves gather afar
as the sky swallows the surge

Overshadowed are its long shores
by the clouds it creates of itself
A wave is but a fleeting moment
a painter of time now bygone

But never so fine a trace
as not to be devoured by the sea
So effortlessly swaying in its rhythm
while carrying you away

No more suffering;
no more for you to withstand
having given your final touch
from within the waves

Overshadowed are its long shores
by the clouds it creates of itself
A wave is but a fleeting moment
a painter of time now bygone

At this point
it would be hard to imagine
anyone denying their imperfection
As its very essence has a beat
capable of burying whole worlds beneath it
I too am diminished by its might
As the fog appears as cliffs around me
and it is all I am able to see
and the longing consumes my days

07 – Delusions

They observe, as they attempt
to measure the depth of that chasm
that distance between the performer and the performance:

the bottom as well as the surface glimmers
(Delusions)
So many flames dance
betwixt truth and desire

The truth burns at the stakes
delusions cover the embers
As one admires them
the alternative appears as a lie

for the soul blazes not unlike a torch
(Delusions)
So many flames dance
betwixt truth and desire
(Delusions)

The mind as well as the eye deceives
(Delusions)
So many flames dance
betwixt truth and desire
(Delusions)

08 – The Void is Serene

Yearns for less misery
and turns away when the world burns
but does one gain any more peace of mind
if he does not live according to reality

Searches for more purpose
and finds a new beloved
to share his days with
but is one any less adrift
if he is not there alone

Staring into the void
day after day, evading burden
that he does not wish to carry
and the void is serene
Guilt subsides
from acts, which the mind dresses
in the most beautiful of garments
and the responsibility
is for someone else to bear

And finally when the age-old sturdy walls
at long last become too confined
the old delusions secretly
press the walls down
and drive the strong home in weakness
into anxiety and shame
to remorseful bitterness

Into a languishing self
the rains shall return
Into its leaky chalice
the sorrow to offer its helping hand

Staring into the void
day after day, evading burden
that he does not wish to carry
and the void is serene
Guilt subsides
from acts, which the mind dresses
in the most beautiful of garments
and the responsibility
is for someone else to bear

09 – The Rains

The sky darkens once again and the earth falls silent
as the polar night reveals its presence
For a moment the harsh wind
exposes the grove's trees from their leaves
For an instant the cold wind scatters the mind
as strength resides elsewhere

Born to lacerate
to break one's figure
Appears as an escort
as the one who lowers the noose
Breaks the neck, shatters the bygone memory
of yesterday
Bends one's head down
until it departs

Beauty grows amidst these rains
in time, in place, in thought
Its coldness shall bring forth the colors
of those who have buried them far too deep

It is time to fall and rise
to see through bitterness
and how many long years
did one endure the role of a destitute
The water shall liberate
one from his prison of excuses
For far too long has one observed his own journey
on the sidelines

They shall wash away
the frail robes of deceit
To lift one's face towards life
to see his journey through to the end
Here, everyone is on their own
responsible for their own actions

Beauty grows amidst these rains
in time, in place, in thought
Its coldness shall bring forth the colors
of those who have buried them far too deep

10 – Afar

I have known these stones and stumps
the long hedge touched by moss
I have known these scents in the wind
followed the creek's flow come autumn

Up until this point will I act as I preach
and gladly allow myself to fall apart
before ever this home of mine

I have known the houses on these streets
to a brother from a stranger I have grown
I have tasted love in these fields
sown memories into every dawn

Up until this point will I act as I preach
and gladly allow myself to fall apart first
if only everything stayed as it is

But for a long time have I eluded the darkened sky
kept my dreams from harm
In denial I have wandered through narrow paths
rowed across murky waters;
for I have already left everything behind

I do not know these lands
The sky appears starless
still unfamiliar at the break of dawn
I do not have the strength to go on
but I will endure for this one last hill
Once the rain comes to an end
from here I can see afar