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Skopje
02:35
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Lina
02:56
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Lumica's Dream
04:21
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Colour
02:22
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Colour
When daisies pied and the violets blue
And my love spreads across the rivulet by the silver moon over the wood
Far beyond the endless road, oh…my darling you
Come back to my warm embrace, all the gods bless us too
Red…orange…yellow…green…cyan…purple…
All my colors shine on you
Red…orange…yellow…green…cyan…purple…
All my colors belong to you
My world spreads in illusion, and I’m infatuated with praising you
My dream blooms like sweet rose, and the fragrance surrounds you
Far beyond the endless road, oh…my darling you
Come back to my warm embrace, all the gods bless us too
We’ll stand this ground forever…then feel the time passing through...
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5. |
The Warrior Returns
02:38
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The Warrior Returns
The warrior comes from the history, with the sword and the steed
Fight with the enemy, burn the castles, all for the sturdy faith
The dismal color of death, pervades in the sky
The massive wound in his side, and the blood is his pride
Although the battle is hard, the life will not be last
But mother and sweetheart are always in his heart
Eternal lights in the world are life’s flickers and death
My warrior, wish to be a bird, and spread his wings flying high
I walk down the old streets, try to find the mark
The winds of wisdom blow are all for the eternal Gloria
My warrior never is alone; together our hearts beat as one
We will fight all along, one for all, all for one!
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6. |
Woman In Suffering
04:40
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Woman In Suffering
For liberating my king's domain
I spilt the ground my brother's blood
Moses my lord you lead my way
I saw the tears on my sisters' face
The suffering in my life is predestined
The end of the road is the paradise
But lord my lord I can’t feel your sign
For liberating my motherland
I spilt the ground my children's ash
Thee my father you lead my way
I felt the sigh in my breath
The suffering in my life is predestined
The end of the road is the netherworld
But lord my lord I can’t feel your sign
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7. |
Cane Field In The Wind I
01:45
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Green Flower Pool
03:55
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Green Flower Pool
I am a love's poet, who've traveled through wildernesses, crossed over mountains
I am the migratory that flew over the field, singing my infinite fantasies
I am the blooming orchid in the valley,
Revealing the loves what’ve been hidden deep inside my heart.
The wind sings with me in harmony. And the moon accompanies me to sleep.
My footprints can be found all over streets and lanes,
Weaving through dancers and children.
I listen to stories told in the streets, looking for the faint scent left by my love.
In my dreams, women as pure as lilies are like shining stars in the Milky Way.
Their stories are all around me, and yet so far away from my life.
True love is like fogs in a dream, in which I feel lost.
Reality is like thunder. But illusion keeps me moving forward.
Only the unattainable true love can lighten my life.
If you were I, you will be the same.
I wish I were a warrior with the loves of eight brides.
And we rest under a green flower pool that exists forever in my belief
In the paradise without day and night, we obtain eternal life
We sing songs for love with reverence and melancholy.
（Then we sing songs for love with reverence and melancholy.）
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9. |
Black Is The Colour
02:39
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Black Is The Color
Black is the color of my true love's hair
His / her lips are like some roses fair
He's / she’s has the sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands
I love the ground, whereon he / she stands
I love my love and well he / she knows
I love the ground, whereon he / she goes
I wish the day it soon would come
When he / she & I could be as one
Black is the color of my true love's hair
His / her lips are like some roses fair
He's / she’s has the sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands
I love the ground, whereon he / she stands
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For satisfied, I ne'er can be
I write his / her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death, a thousand times
I wish the day it soon would come
When he / she & I could be as one
Black is the color of my true love's hair...
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Orange Blossom Ring
03:54
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Orange Blossom Ring
I loved a man so kind and sweet
And every night we used to meet
He gave to me my orange blossom ring.
He got in trouble down in town
The deputy sheriff shot him down
I wore his golden orange blossom ring.
'Twas on the night we were to wed
I got the news that he was dead
I thought of his orange blossom ring.
I drove to the place where he did lay
The last word that I heard him say
O' put away that orange blossom ring.
I would not have you live a life
Of loneliness and tears and strife
So put away my orange blossom ring.
Just because I'm dead and gone
I would not see you live alone
And dwell alone with an orange blossom ring.
Another lover I did meet
We're married now with children sweet
He gave to me an orange blossom ring.
Down through these years that we've been wed
I've never to my husband said
This is my second orange blossom ring.
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11. |
Ai Vist Lo Lop
04:08
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AI VIS LO LOP
Ai vist lo lop, lo rainard, lèbre
Ai vist lo lop, rainard dancar
Totei tres fasià n lo torn de l'aubre
Ai vist lo lop, lo rainard, la lèbre
Totei tres fasià n lo torn de l'aubre
Fasià n lo torn dau boisson folhat
Aqui triman tota l'annada
Pèr se ganhar quauquei soùs
Rèn que dins una mesada
Ai vis lo lop, lo rainard, la lèbre
Nos i fotèm tot pel cuol
Ai vis lo lèbre, lo rainard, lo lop
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Cane Field In The Wind
When a young man was resting, he heard a spirit calling:
“Follow me, you will find what you want to see…”
The fanciful story’s about to be told
It happened in the cane field in the wind...
A beautiful maiden was sleeping in the field,
Enthralled by a spell, the young man kissed her lips.
She opened her tear-stained eyes and said:
“It’s a test of love’s bitter or sweet.”
She was the one that had been cursed by an evil tyrant.
All the men who fell in love with her would despond.
Her body burst into flames with the sweet kiss.
The bone ashes were flying as they condemned the king’s sins...
The story that I told may be false or true.
If you believe it, you will feel sad or rejoice.
But love will always be sweet, as everyone sees.
All the secrets in the cane field in the wind...
(This is the story about the color that happens in the Bloody Woods, love but hate...
As time goes by, people gradually forget it…
But I don’t know why…
I still remember…still remember the flower pool in my dreams...)
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