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NAPRA: Hang a Hangból | Sound Out of Sound

Napra zenekar Holdvilágos című második albumáról. Both Miklós - gitár, ének /guitar,vocal Krámli Kinga - ének / vocal Bobár Zoltán "Boby"-harmonika/accordeon Hegedűs Máté -- hegedű / violin Pfeiler Ferenc - dobok / drums Winter Csaba - basszus / bass If you escape, there's nowhere to go, It's melted on us, the town's twilight glow. Evening smells from the stairways, Slow glimmer of streetlight rays. Your shining face fades away, Your shining face fades away. Sides of houses bent and bare, We both hide our secrets there. Our fairy tales' whispered serenades, Landscapes hidden in pine-wood glades, Yellow foam of evening waters' waves, Yellow foam of evening waters' waves. From flesh, from blood a bridge goes, Stretched over timelessness below. Hand in hand towards heaven's door, Sound out of sound -- penetrating all. You'd claw your way across the red sky But only ink teardrops drip down from your eye. Enclasp my soul, fold yourself in me, Hide your round heart's image within me. Hide all the old pictures away, Drink up, there's no other way. Drink from me the word I call, That sound which has penetrated all. Enclasp my soul, fold yourself in me, Hide your round heart's image within me. Hand in hand, towards you I fall, Sound out of sound -- penetrating all. I'd claw my way across the red sky. The red sky Hand in hand towards heaven's door, Sound out of sound -- penetrating all, Penetrating all... Long Since Clouds long since filled the sky, The blueness is awry, I'm covered in ice. I'd long since go to you, I'd be your lover, too, The ice hammers down. I've long since run to you, Stones falling down on me, I'll never reach there. Branch long since broken off, You have been torn from me, The sack has been ripped. Ice long since from my eyes, Rocks come out of my eyes, Whirling before you. Blood long since filled the sky, The world went up in flames, The ice will brain us. Blood long since flowed like rain, There's crimson in my glass, Flimsy are the veins. Sky long since torn apart, It has been torn off me, The ice in my palm.