King Crimson

one eye goes laughing,one eye goes cryingthrough the trials and trying of one lifeone hand is tied,one step gets behindin one breath we re dyingi ve been waiting for the sun to come upwaiting for the showers to stopwaiting for the penny to dropone timeand i ve been standing in a cloud of plansstanding on […

The Illusion(Fripp-McDonald-Lake-Giles-Sinfield)Call her moonchildDancing in the shallows of a riverLonely moonchildDreaming in the shadowof the willow.Talking to the trees of thecobweb strangeSleeping on the steps of a fountainWaving silver wands to thenight-birds songWaiting for the sun on the mountain.

close your eyes and look at mei ll be standing by your sidein between the deep blue seaand the sheltering skyif we find no words to sayto the rhythm of the wavesthen we ll both surrender therewalking on airand the worries of the day lie downunder cover of the fading cloudsthe secrets of the nightcome […

Sundown dazzling dayGold through my eyesBut my eyes turned withinOnly seeStarless and bible blackOld friend charityCruel twisted smileAnd the smile signals emptinessFor meStarless and bible blackIce blue silver skyFades into greyTo a grey hope that oh years to beStarless and bible black Яркий день, уходя,облака

Sundown dazzling day Gold through my eyes But my eyes turned within Only see Starless and bible black Old friend charity Cruel twisted smile And the smile signals emptiness For me Starless and bible black Ice blue silver sky Fades into grey To a grey hope that oh years to be Starless and bible black […

The dance of the puppets The rusted chains of prison moons Are shattered by the sun. I walk a road, horizons change The tournament’s begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing; Three lullabies in an ancient tongue, For the court of the crimson king. The keeper of the city keys Put […

сказал этот прямой человек последнему человеку Где ты был Я был здесь, и я был там И я был между этим Я говорю с ветром Все мои слова унесены Я говорю с ветром Ветер не слышит Ветер не может слышать. Находясь во вне я смотрю внутрь Что позволяет мне видеть Сильное смятение, разочарование Везде вокруг […

Still, by the window pane,Pain, like the rain that s falling.She waits in the air,Matte Kudasai.She sleeps in a chairIn her sad America.When, when was the night so long,Long, like the notes I m sending.She waits in the air,Matte Kudasai.She sleeps in a chairIn her sad America.

autumn has come to rest in her garden come to paint the trees with emptiness and no pardon so many things have come undone like the leaves on the ground and suddenly she begins to cry but she doesn’t know why heavy are the words that fall through the air to burden her shoulders caught […]

Cat’s foot iron claw Neuro-surgeons scream for more At paranoia’s poison door. Twenty first century schizoid man. Blood rack barbed wire Polititians’ funeral pyre Innocents raped with napalm fire Twenty first century schizoid man. Death seed blind man’