Мои любимые альбомы Nightwish - "Oceanborn" (когда у меня хорошее настроение), "Century Child" (под прогрузы), "From Wishes to Eternity" (хороший концертник), "Once" (с натяжкой). Остальные - кусками.
И есть сборничек, который я слушаю преимущественно летом. "Wishmastour" . В остальные времена года почти его не трогаю. А вот летом - в основном он.
Лето для меня своеобразный переходный период. Давно уже года считаю с сентября по май. Привыкла. В эти 9 месяцев я знаю, чем заниматься. Летом... Что делать и кто виноват?
A Return To The Sea
A star falls down from the darkened sky
Where new worlds born and die
Kingdom Animalia watches its approaching glow
What it means is soon to be known
Beneath the lovely birch honeymakers build their nest in peace
On the savannah a lion licks a wounded gnu
To honor this moment even the heavens cease
Giant spiders learn how to swim
With whales they form a united kin
Snakes say hello to the rats on the ground
In the meadows play merrily the fox and the hound
Trilobite & Anomalocaris
The prey and the hunter
Survival of the fittest
Fall of Man
Seadrops foam all empty human skulls
Those on the shores of Atlantis
Darwin's resurrection is witnessed
By turtles he used to play with
Healed and happy She oversees
The Mother
The tyrant's return to the sea
Once Upon A Troubadour
A lonely bard wandering across the lands am I
Singing dancing finding answers to every why
The taverns are full and one crosses my path, too
I just might reward myself with a beer or two
This inn the place of many romantic tales
On the loft women offer their sales
But my eyes they catch a girl beat by everyone
A slave she is but for me a rose undone
Hear me sing
Watch me dance
Play that lute of thine
And share with me this dance
As she danced my eyes began to shine
There she was the maiden so divine
How could I approach her with my outlook so poor
Her beauty being much more than I could endure
So I asked if I could sing a chanson
With a language of ancient and of lore
Gathered the men around us me and the girl in rags
Soon were the melodies heard by everyone
Hear us sing
Watch us dance
Sing with us this tale
With a clap of hands
The stories long-forgotten we still know
Performing our skills wherever we go
I end my story as I receive a kiss
From my girl the dearest Beatrice
Hear us sing
Watch us dance
Sing with us the tales
Which the music will keep alive
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