Endless Nights

As the Sun is coming down
and the light begins to fade
heavy thoughts, like big old sails
take my ship away

As the night falls down on me
I embrace the silence
through the days long past and gone
yearning burns my soul again

Gently I caress the shadows
steal the breaths from ancient grip
I'm singing to the darkness and
listening to echoes

I look for you
I wait for you
I hope for you
I pray for you

I wish the night will last forever
I feel she's so close, so near
Oh, please God don't let it dawn
I just need a moment more

As the morning light is waking
my soul starts to sink
and as shadows fade away
they take my love with them

Another day I have to live
and walk under the Sun
I hope, one night
I'll meet you in my dreams



Milan
04. April 2011.

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Misli

Osecjam se... chudno. Nisam tuzhan, ni umoran, niti nesrecjan. Ali osecjam da mi je lice ozbiljno. Valjda nemam mnogo razloga da se smejem, kao shto nemam ni mnogo razloga da se zhalim ili tugujem.
Ranije sam znao gde pochinjem i gde se zavrshavam, ali se u poslednje vreme osecjam kao da mi se ta linija zamrljala, "blurovala". Pomislio bih da otupljujem, da prestajem da osecjam i polako se pretvaram u kamen, shta li, ali onda naidju trenuci kada me prodje jeza od nekog zvuka, dodirne me neka misao, pogodi me neka scena u filmu i onda shvatim da duboko u meni postoje delovi mene do kojih ne mogu da doprem svojevoljno (sva srecja) i koji prezhivljavaju sve ove decenije i sve ove kilometre i samo se s vremena na vreme probude, podsete me da su tu a onda opet potonu u dubine a ja ostanem da se pitam da li sam to ja i gde sam nestao. Pozhelim da potraje ali odmah zatim osetim zahvalnost shto nije jer znam da cje ovako duzhe opstati i odoleti svemu shto bi moglo da pokvari i promeni.

Puno rechi, a nishta nisam rekao. Ne znam kako bolje da opishem to shto mi se deshava, jedino mogu da kazhem da vecj nedelju dana periodichno pushtam ovu pesmu, sednem i prepustim se nishtavilu.

Sad mi pade na pamet - pitam se da li postoji osoba koja bi mogla da izazove budjenje u meni, transformaciju u onog mene koji spava i cheka da se desi razlog da se probudim?


Ayreon - Comatose



[Anneke van Giersbergen]:
(No need...)
No need to feel the pain
No need to feel betrayed
No need to feel inane
No need to feel afraid

[Jorn Lande]:
Wake me up before I die, hold me close
As I gaze upon the sky, comatose
No reason to survive, I suppose
Wake us up before we die

[Anneke & Jorn]:
No need to feel desire
(but I need you with me)
No need to feel so small
(but I need to feel secure)
No need to feel the fire
(but I need to feel free)
No need to feel at all
(but I need to know for sure)

[Jorn]:
Wake me up before I die, hold me close
As I gaze upon the sky, comatose
No reason to survive, I suppose
Wake us up before we die
Wake us up before we die

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