Sadness

SADNESS
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AMES DE MARBRE
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1. Ames de Marbre 4:23
2. Lueurs 6:11
3. Tristessa 2:02
4. Opal Vault 3:18
5. Tears of Sorrow 9:52
6. Red Script 7:18
7. Antofagasta 3:13
Sadness:
Gradel : All Percussion
Andy : Bass Effects & German Voice
Chiva : Guitars & Piano
Steff : Guitars & Voices
Additional Musicians:
Christine : Female Voice
Don Caceres : Sacuhachi & Oriental Flute
Corinne : Violin & Cello
Act I - Ames de Marbre
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The guardian angel descends from his obscure limbo, to eternally rest on his
cold body of the begin. His melancholic face, empty of sensations, watches
over the dead, motionless, rock of stone, on a parallel world. Angel of sadness
invading your tomb. It seems that a tear rolls down your cheek. Your soul, has
maybe rejoined its immortality. Thanks to him you'll dream again and forever.
Schutzengel deiner Seele, der heute wieder weggeht, um ewige Stille zu suchen.
Act II - Lueurs
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The night on the shore a pure girl dreams. She watches the fall, towards the
East. High up in the night, while the predator clouds of the evening announce
their fury, black oppressive masses, darken her vision of infinity. The stars
guide your destiny. Follow them for ever into an oblivion; follow them to dream
of infinity; follow them to die happily; follow them to dry all your tears;
tears that believe in their death. Aren't the stars eternal? They reign for
ever like Queens. They show her their paths. Forget, I'm leaving for their
destinations, for infinity.
Act III - Tristessa
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La soledad increible del desarraigo humano... El nacimiento de la muerte
tenebrosa sonrisas? Cuando seremos todos bajo tierra terminaremos todos entre
despajos de madera.
Act IV - Opal Vault
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I turn around a last time in this big sinister street, my god, the fog
insmoothes the tear that slowly drifts down along your cheek. From the windows,
dull and dirty, dozens of white and macabre looks scrutinize us as if it was to
announce that this time will be the last...
And I think of you again, crouched on myself, where the drops of sad water of
an October rain tricjle on my face, I think of this langorous smile again, more