Текст Trans–Siberian Orchestra – Father, Son & Holy Ghost
Текст:
Mrs. Cozier
You were the dream that survived
Lost in the darkness of eternity
You were the hope kept alive
You had a beauty denied
You were the moment
But here in this night
Where your dream carries on
Never quite there but it’s never quite gone
You are the star that is wished upon
Forever
You were the one that believed
Long past when belief was a memory
The child time would never concede
Faith and tomorrow and all of the things that might be
You had a beauty denied
A glittering moment
But here in this night
Where your dream carries on
Never quite there but it’s never quite gone
You are the star that is wished upon
Forever
Then in a sudden, unexpected, visceral voice, she raged against all those citizens of apathy and willful ignorance who lived behind the sacrifices of others.
We thought evil dead
Killed by our own sword
But evil is patient
‘Til the future grows bored
Do you believe in night
Does it hold you close
Pray hard, Father, Son & Holy Ghost
Still the night rolls on
Brings you to your knees
When you look back that far
Each scar, suddenly just starts to bleed
The night it keeps burning
While twisting and turning
Its way to tomorrow
Its joys and its sorrows
Our secrets beneath her
We drive each stake deeper
Then offer to barter
But each deal is harder
The cloaks we keep changing
While gliding through weddings
Of nights to their morning
Of dreams to their dawning
While reaching for moments
The world has forbidden
The kindness inside them
So carefully hidden
The pages keep turning
But no-one is learning
They feed them to pyres
To stoke up their fires
Of ignorance, apathy
Forbidding charity
The flames they grow higher
Could such be desired
And christ and Confucius
Are all their words useless
We quote them in fractions
But not in our actions
Aurelius, and Hugo
Auden and Gibran
The words they have written
Seem so quickly gone
For somewhere there’s dirt
That was once reddish mud
From soaking up liquid
That was a man’s blood
But both earth and god
They have deemed to forgive
So each year in the spring
New flowers do live
And of all the authors
Your favorite was Wilde
With each timeless story
All penned with such style
Of fairytale kingdoms
Where ogres save children
And no gardens have walls
So all children might use them
And since that’s the ending
You valued the most
You cling to that card
Father, Son & Holy Ghost
Father, Son & Holy Ghost
Father, Son & Holy Ghost
Father, Son & Holy Ghost
Father, Son & Holy…
But here in this night
Where your dream carries on
Never quite there but it’s never quite gone
You are the star that is wished upon
Forever