Авторский текст из финального пакета. Сверка с аудио — после загрузки записи.
The day stood open at its height.
No shadow crossed the ground.
Then bronze began to scream above.
The horses wheeled around.
The blue contracted into white.
The rivers lost their breath.
The colours I had learned by touch
burned black across the earth.
I gave the sky all I could give.
The fire only grew.
I called the clouds across the heat.
They burned before they flew.
My mother came at noon.
The stars were in her hair.
She crossed the hour dividing us
and found me burning there.
My mother came at noon.
She did not call my name.
One hand closed over all the sky.
One drew me from the flame.
I saw the boy inside the blaze.
Both hands fought with the reins.
He climbed into his father's fire
to prove he bore his name.
Then thunder opened overhead.
The white split into blue.
The wheel fell burning from the sky.
The boy went falling too.
The road of day broke under me.
No threshold marked the air.
I felt a darkness touch my back
before I knew her there.
My mother came at noon.
The stars were in her hair.
She crossed the hour dividing us
and found me burning there.
My mother came at noon.
She did not call my name.
One hand closed over all the sky.
One drew me from the flame.
She never asked who held the reins.
She never spoke of blame.
She only closed her hand on mine
and stood against the flame.
For one forbidden hour at noon,
the sky held Night and Day.
She wrapped the dark around my light
and carried me away.
My mother came at noon.
The stars were in her hair.
She crossed the hour dividing us
and found me burning there.
My mother came at noon.
She did not call my name.
One hand closed over all the sky.
One drew me from the flame.
The world went dark.
Her hand stayed warm.