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Autor hudby: Indica
Once the source of soul, meaning of everything
Face to face I saw
I meant to weave the secret in sounds
But only my hands' work remained
Closed is the box, the biggest treasure
So that no human can taint
Out of vanity, out of madness,
many a kantele is charred with sounds
(chorus)
Away the voices
You can only listen
When the echos have carried away
I feel how they watch
My walls have millions of eyes on them
Those wasted dreams
They try to make my hands move
I tell their stories
And I see someone has disappeared from my wall
Though I call after them, laughter is all I hear
Not revealing where they go
(chorus) Away the voices...
There's an empty place on someone's wall
Where I will once go
You must listen to me, listen,
when I tell this most precious story
You must do everything, which I never dared to do myself
I promise a reward you will receive
Then only will I understand
And I'll be ready to leave my mark
