On Satur(n)days We Used To Sleep歌词

作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea
作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea
On Satur days we used to sleep
all motionless and still
While shrouded in an oppressive gloom
we are handed over to the dream.
A sleep so dark, this Moon by Day,
of powers strange and weird,
through mystic veils her silver rays
are glowing carefully.
Woven of dewdrops and magical light
this gown that we are wearing here
is but a cloth of mist and we used to call it
The Breath of the Other Sphere
We are floating, flying, incredibly fast,
the world of the thought gives birth to this life.
Free to remember, to discover and feel
as we are closely together in our parallel flight.
While beyond the gates our bodies lie
next to each other in fragile rest,
two chests are lifted up and down,
moved only by some mortal breath.
Yes, our bodies are sleeping so closely together,
but it is only in our minds that we touch
In the realm of the spirit our souls become one
in the happy knowledge that we are completing halfs.
No bodies and no barriers
all far more intimate and strange.
Our understanding is clearer, imcomparably real,
although there is no sound that dares to escape
His eyes are mirrors, gates to his soul,
one true look and I recognize
that it is him, my husband, the one that I love.
See me! Read me Step inside
No barriers and no masquerade,
come, be received beyond distress
So intensively and so deep
as our fingers unite, our hands caress.
Two wanderers are lovingly dwelling this land,
as we fly side by side over mountains and glens.
In the twilight lit of the silver moon
set free from the flesh, released from this tomb
On Satur(n) days we used to sleep
the other side exploring, alive in our dreams...
Free from the pain, home where we belong
and guarded by the shadows of the enchanted realm.
Below a violet sky, both dark and profound,
the horizon is glitt ring, still there is no sound.
We fly through the night crossing frontiers and lakes,
mountains and valleys...world without end.
This is where we truly belong,
take both my hands, look into my soul!
I feel the strength of his embrace
as we are closely together in this secret place...
Hush, hush, my Dear, can you hear
the rustling in the undergrowth?
See Through the branches, there in the glade...,
ghostly creatures as they dance and sing.
Their transparent bodies, half man and half beast,
their voices so sweet like a soft breath of wind.
On Satur(n)days we used to sleep,
and my pain was eased by his love...