Excausted I fall down, wrapping myself to dark. I throw away the burden over me and quietly curl up. Sky shines as my roof, forest: walls and the floor. Darkness covers me, to the dream, warmth and peace. Dream gets me, leading to the rest. New world is now front of me, that I think is real. I find peace there, and those i know. Im free, more happier, than ever before.
I take my flute, silvery, it bring to my lips. my breath make it ring out loud my sad aching. melody reaches my ears, it gives me the feeling, that this moment would be, like wonderful dream.
I wish we could go, could still return there, where you can feel the happiness that is everlasting. I wish there would still, something remaining from there. I wish I could be part of that, that lost have been.
When everything feels perfect, when I feel belonging here, and the life is happy. Then new sound, that my my ears heard, myself wakes to the new day. Away fades the world of dream. Everything that was real,
comes to dream, soon fades away. Like a cloud it disappears, again cannot be seen, that just have came past, and soon forgotten.
I take my flute....
And same in fictive language that have greatly affected for making this song. (partly icomplete though)
Urim
Aun uxphauedna vailni, däsäda krepotni. Pvis tertwni tuadknai vuobe, kerda hilan kuplni. Saya sointne koftone, motet: ltoi ad saile. Dire ninz poiet, urimda, lamda ad reucada. Urim nanz tep. Leptda viaeln jehd.El erensnai ues wairld. Reucain lide sefa, ad si siz kuotni.Ni e faea, iaponei khin ’jen bifarnei.
Tani hlitunai silvarey, siz hiuenai loh. Hrenahai sfaed siz rig joleiz säie keiriagai. Sevop karadanai kenca, si euonin atan anvit, eht aw’thil täis e, khin urim joadar. Tihni eht mar gohasiag, van|iag pelutn ethen seda, mhse euoini van ounc si e gejkodeta. Tihni eht elusd ethen, joteih jeaeil y’th|äl sefa, jisni van|iag e oat siza, math kodetal e.
by Risto S (from Second Book of Materica: Song of Mil)