Текст песни: The Fall Of The House Of Usher: Arrival + перевод

on the remastered 1987 Version,

narrated by Orson Welles)

Shadows of shadows passing.

It is now 1831, and as always, I am absorbed with a delicate thought.

It is how poetry has indefinite sensations, to which end music in inessential,

since the comprehension of sweet sound is our most indefinite conception.

Music, when combined with a pleasurable idea, is poetry.

Music, without the idea, is simply music.

Without music, or an intriguing idea, color becomes pallor;

Man becomes carcass;

Home becomes catacomb;

The dead, are but for a moment, motionless.

Instrumental

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