спокойная музыка Slowed

Talk lays an overstory. Dust peddles through the night. Stars wink beneath the silence. In the city, touching light. Time slows to drift on the feeling. Pages burning in the sky. In the dust of graying stories, Where the windows learn to hide. Every step's a fading pages. Every second feels like life. In the dark where stars remain, Something deeper into sun. Holy things begin to fade. Building turns of gentle songs. And the sunlight turns to dream. Waking something real. Everything is water fallen. Beacon in the sky. Feel the wind, a falcon open. Everything's on candle dye. Dreams turn to feel the now. Just another pace. In the sun, the heat to stone. Where the night is art to grace. Gentle things have frozen soft.