Luyện nghe bài hát Geist

This is it, all we've for,
Foreign and to the touch.
They and they do burn,
These indications,
Only we could them under control.
You breath an smoke,
Please blow it towards me,
Or hold my hands and tell me I am of something withstanding.

In and uneasy motions,
We let our just slip away to fill a giant urn.
Revived within in symphony and song,
With like lifeless tools, darting towards the sun.

I shot dead the one we had to guide us home.
fog-smoke white, no starlit sky,
Nor dim nor red, just an idle ship,
a painted ocean.
We're again.
I shot the only one we had to guide us home.

unhelped by the wind,
In solitude drown.

I carried them.
I, though silent, I am brother.

Weaving around our hearts,
Inaudible as of that eternal language we commit to.

This is it, all we've for,
Foreign and to the touch.
And everything we gave has us unto this earth,
shining bold,
And I am brother.