Phoenix - The distant shore of childhood

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**The distant shore of childhood **

lyrics and music by Phoenix

ART: Sasha Tkachuk, Leif Hansen (Drømmer), Devilo4ek, Andrey, Phoenix

A silent garden, a sleeping house,
Only the wind in the wires sings
About what was so long ago,
That memory carefully carries.
Transparent air, summer heat
And a blue shred of the sky.
Where did the tide take me
From those untrodden roads?

Faces flicker, friends' laughter,
The chime of broken glass,
And the world seemed a little kinder
Under the whisper of old sleepy crowns.
And the first glance, warmer than the day,
That touched the soul lightly,
I had all of this
And it became so unbearably far away.

And childhood melts like a dream,
Elusively beyond the line.
That quiet, bright horizon
Is no longer mine, no longer mine.
Only in rare flashes until the morning
The ghostly dawn will return,
My happy time,
Which is no more, no more.

There is an island of mirages somewhere,
A land of fantasies, fairy tales, dreams,
Where childish dreams wander
Among the birches, among the dragonflies.
There time has stopped on the clocks,
There it is forever May and the sun's light,
There is my forgotten good fear,
That Santa Claus doesn't exist in the world.

And in the hour when the night thickens,
The light in my window will go out,
That memory will be able to help me,
It will warm my heart in the silence.
When I stand on the edge of the abyss
And darkness strives to close in,
The warm light of memories is
My strongest shield in life.

And childhood melts like a dream,
Elusively beyond the line.
That quiet, bright horizon
Is no longer mine, no longer mine.
Only in rare flashes until the morning
The ghostly dawn will return,
My happy time,
Which is no more, no more.

And let me stand on the threshold of death,
Let darkness envelop the circle,
The memory of childhood is
My most faithful, bright friend.
Like a ray in a storm, like a salvation,
Like a quiet whisper "everything will pass,"
It gives the soul peace
And gives fragile strength.

You can't call, you can't write
To where the grasses are green,
Only silently kiss the photo,
Where we are naive and funny.
Where everything seemed to be ahead
And the path was easy and radiant.
Longing beats in my chest,
Like an autumn leaf against the glass.

And childhood melts like a dream,
It shines with an unbidden tear.
My bright, pure horizon,
Which only memory keeps.
Goodbye, my golden shore,
My very first, tender light.
Waving a tear-stained hand
To what has long been gone.

Long been gone...