Текст песни Max Richter - The Tartu Piano для твой дом

Jurgis Baltrušaitis - Evening

Dusk fits, everything in the world is merging,
Great and small in one ...
And only you, my soul is alive,
It is not possible to merge with the immense world ...

One in the curse of crushing,
You are at noon - a shadow, and at midnight - like a star.
And the whole fire of separate languor,
Do not know never rest ...

To us the world of God is like an alien abode
Moody temple of the ancient mossy slabs,
Where is man, like some idle spectator,
Looks at the current of things ...