Fractured Wings (Сломанные крылья)

АВТОР ТЕКСТА И МУЗЫКИ: ВАЛЕРИЙ ПАВЛЕНКО
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The candle flickers, ghost-white in the dark
I’m dying soft as embers lose their glow.
Rain hits the glass, it cuts a jagged arc
Across a world I used to think I know.

No constellations, no mercy in the height
Just empty static where my pulse should be.
I stare the reaper down throughout the night
His freezing eyes are mirroring a sea... of me.

And I’m grounded, my wings are torn and fraying
One more horizon lost in gray and smoke.
The shadows lash me, God, it’s past the praying
The silence heavy like a tightening yoke.
Yeah, these fractured wings...
Are never going to fly.
And I’m grounded, my wings are torn and fraying
One more horizon lost in gray and smoke.
The shadows lash me, God, it’s past the praying
The silence heavy like a tightening yoke.
Yeah, these fractured wings...
Are never going to fly.

The wind is ice, it breathes against the door
It steals the heat I tried to hide away.
It isn’t love that’s rot inside the core
It’s just the ghost of what I couldn't say.

I’m running thin, the blood is cooling fast
The hourglass is filled with broken sand.
No strength left now to make this silence last
I reach for water, catching only land.

The wax is rising, liquid obsidian deep
To seal the cracks and bury all the shame.
My soul has finally fallen into sleep
Leaving behind a whisper of a name.

And I’m grounded, my wings are torn and fraying
One more horizon lost in gray and smoke.
The shadows lash me, God, it’s past the praying
The silence heavy like a tightening yoke.
Yeah, these fractured wings...
Are never going to fly.
And I’m grounded, my wings are torn and fraying
One more horizon lost in gray and smoke.
The shadows lash me, God, it’s past the praying
The silence heavy like a tightening yoke.
Yeah, these fractured wings...
Are never going to fly.
And I’m grounded, my wings are torn and fraying
One more horizon lost in gray and smoke.
The shadows lash me, God, it’s past the praying
The silence heavy like a tightening yoke.
Yeah, these fractured wings...
Are never going to fly.

Where did you go?
Is the echo dying out?
I’m still searching... through the rain.
Maybe one day...
Just maybe...
I’ll find the sky again.