Solstice Rite
Автор слов и музыки (C) Константин Бояндин Стиль: Isicathamiya/Dream Phonk/Indie Pop Язык: английский На музыкальных площадках вышло под именем Kamaskera (творческий псевдоним Константин Бояндина) Текст: 1. Ha-ye, ha-ye, the fire stands, the longest light upon the land. We stamp the earth, we call the root, the Keeper's drum, the Keeper's foot. The ash is warm, the ash is wide, the flame remembers what we hide. We give it breath, we give it bone, the rite is ours and ours alone. The voices come from past the fire — they double what the drums require — Chorus: Solstice rite, solstice rite, we hold the wheel at the peak of light! Root below and crown above, the fire between is what we love. 2. The serpent sleeps below the stone, the thunder rests, the chase is done. Tonight we stand where both worlds meet — the root is cool beneath our feet. We count the herd by firelight, the bells are quiet, the bells are bright. Each head is blessed, each head is known — the wealth of earth is not our own. The voices come from past the fire — they double what the drums require — Chorus. Chorus.
Автор слов и музыки (C) Константин Бояндин Стиль: Isicathamiya/Dream Phonk/Indie Pop Язык: английский На музыкальных площадках вышло под именем Kamaskera (творческий псевдоним Константин Бояндина) Текст: 1. Ha-ye, ha-ye, the fire stands, the longest light upon the land. We stamp the earth, we call the root, the Keeper's drum, the Keeper's foot. The ash is warm, the ash is wide, the flame remembers what we hide. We give it breath, we give it bone, the rite is ours and ours alone. The voices come from past the fire — they double what the drums require — Chorus: Solstice rite, solstice rite, we hold the wheel at the peak of light! Root below and crown above, the fire between is what we love. 2. The serpent sleeps below the stone, the thunder rests, the chase is done. Tonight we stand where both worlds meet — the root is cool beneath our feet. We count the herd by firelight, the bells are quiet, the bells are bright. Each head is blessed, each head is known — the wealth of earth is not our own. The voices come from past the fire — they double what the drums require — Chorus. Chorus.