Mary Πέμπτη at 10:27 πμ #10045 Πέμπτη at 10:27 πμ Kitaro - Silk Road (Kitaro’s Silk Road music refers to the scores he composed in the late 1970s and early 1980s for the NHK documentary series Silk Road, which followed the ancient trade routes between Japan, China, Central Asia, and the Middle East.) 3
akilleas Πέμπτη at 06:01 μμ #10049 Πέμπτη at 06:01 μμ Altin Gün - Suçum Nedir (live in Studio Jan Schenk) 3
NovaLacertae Παρασκευή at 06:52 μμ #10054 Παρασκευή at 06:52 μμ (edited) Terry Jacks - If You Go Away Έγινε επεξεργασία Παρασκευή at 06:52 μμ από NovaLacertae 2
akilleas Παρασκευή at 07:22 μμ #10055 Παρασκευή at 07:22 μμ Τι δισκάρα!!!! Flea - Free As I Want to Be 3
Mary Παρασκευή at 11:23 μμ #10056 Παρασκευή at 11:23 μμ Creedence Clearwater Revival - I Put A Spell On You 5
Mary 2 ώρες πριν #10060 2 ώρες πριν The Waterboys - Stolen Child (μελοποίηση του ποιήματος του William Butler Yeats - 1886) Spoiler Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we've hid our faery vats, Full of berrys And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances Mingling hands and mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight; To and fro we leap And chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles And anxious in its sleep. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. Where the wandering water gushes From the hills above Glen-Car, In pools among the rushes That scarce could bathe a star, We seek for slumbering trout And whispering in their ears Give them unquiet dreams; Leaning softly out From ferns that drop their tears Over the young streams. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. Away with us he's going, The solemn-eyed: He'll hear no more the lowing Of the calves on the warm hillside Or the kettle on the hob Sing peace into his breast, Or see the brown mice bob Round and round the oatmeal chest. For he comes, the human child, To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.
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