Revealed mystical eyes of Brigida (Remastered)

Rap East Coast gangsta rap, reggae, rap gumbe, melancholic piano, ram, rap, bass, punchy beats

[Intro]
"Mystically Revealed"
yeah,
It’s the hidden light,
The world’s quiet breath,
Mystically revealed by the spirit…

[Verse 1]
What is needed, a voice that resumes, close to the ground like

the sap
of the olive tree frozen last winter?
The divine time needed to fill this vase.
Yes, nothing but to love this deserted time full of day.

Patience to keep a fire alive under a swift sky,

Undivided patience for a dark wine.

The hour with open arches when the wind

has shadows that roll over your pensive hands.
[Outro]
Yeah,
That’s beauty,
Mystically revealed,
In the moment we share,
In the world we feel.
[Bridge]

[ Chorus: Arab classical] 
[Verse]
مُلامَسة صوفية بالرُّوح،
الجمال ينحني، يُضيء الليل،

في البساطة، في الحقيقة، في الصمت اللامتناهي،
هو الخفي الذي يتلألأ، هي الحياة التي تنبع.
[Breakdown]
[الخاتمة]
بين الغياب والوجود،

بين الظل والوضوح،
الجمال يمر بنا،
يعلّمنا كيف نحب.

نَفَس، نور،

قصيدة غير مكتملة،
مُهداة صوفياً،
لمن يفتح روحه.

[Outro]
Que le faut-il, voix qui reprends, proche du sol comme

la sève
De l'olivier que glaça l'autre hiver ?
Le temps divin qu'il faut pour emplir ce vase.
Oui, rien qu'aimer ce temps désert et plein de jour.

La patience pour faire vivre un feu sous un ciel rapide,

L'attente indivisée pour un vin noir.

L'heure aux arches ouvertes quand le vent

A des ombres qui rouent sur tes mains pensives.
[Breakdown]
[Verse]
They say that a god sought
Across enclosed waters
As a bird of prey seeks
His distant prey

And with a repeated cry,
Hoarse, deserted,
Created the time that shines
Where the wave hollows.

Night covers the day
Then withdraws,
Its foam breaks
On the stones here.

What is
God, if he has
Only time for work,
Did he want to die
For want of being born?

In vain was his struggle
Against absence.
He cast the net,
She held the sword.

But the lightning remains
Above the world
As at a ford, searching
From stone to stone.

Was beauty
But a dream,
The face with closed eyes
Of light?

No, since it has a reflection
In us, and it is the flame
Which bathes naked in the water of dead wood.

It is the exalted body

By a mirror

Like a fire suddenly catches,

In a circle of stones.

And the word joy has meaning
Despite death
Where the wind digs
These bright embers.

III

Sufficiency of days
Which go towards dawn
Through dazzling flashes
In the night sky.

The sword, the net
Are now only a
Hand, which embraces in peace
The short neck.

The soul is illuminated,
Like a swimmer
Who throws himself, suddenly,
Under the light

And his eyes are closed,
His body is naked,
His mouth wants salt,
Not language.
[END].

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[Intro] "Mystically Revealed" yeah, It’s the hidden light, The world’s quiet breath, Mystically revealed by the spirit… [Verse 1] What is needed, a voice that resumes, close to the ground like the sap of the olive tree frozen last winter? The divine time needed to fill this vase. Yes, nothing but to love this deserted time full of day. Patience to keep a fire alive under a swift sky, Undivided patience for a dark wine. The hour with open arches when the wind has shadows that roll over your pensive hands. [Outro] Yeah, That’s beauty, Mystically revealed, In the moment we share, In the world we feel. [Bridge] [ Chorus: Arab classical] [Verse] مُلامَسة صوفية بالرُّوح، الجمال ينحني، يُضيء الليل، في البساطة، في الحقيقة، في الصمت اللامتناهي، هو الخفي الذي يتلألأ، هي الحياة التي تنبع. [Breakdown] [الخاتمة] بين الغياب والوجود، بين الظل والوضوح، الجمال يمر بنا، يعلّمنا كيف نحب. نَفَس، نور، قصيدة غير مكتملة، مُهداة صوفياً، لمن يفتح روحه. [Outro] Que le faut-il, voix qui reprends, proche du sol comme la sève De l'olivier que glaça l'autre hiver ? Le temps divin qu'il faut pour emplir ce vase. Oui, rien qu'aimer ce temps désert et plein de jour. La patience pour faire vivre un feu sous un ciel rapide, L'attente indivisée pour un vin noir. L'heure aux arches ouvertes quand le vent A des ombres qui rouent sur tes mains pensives. [Breakdown] [Verse] They say that a god sought Across enclosed waters As a bird of prey seeks His distant prey And with a repeated cry, Hoarse, deserted, Created the time that shines Where the wave hollows. Night covers the day Then withdraws, Its foam breaks On the stones here. What is God, if he has Only time for work, Did he want to die For want of being born? In vain was his struggle Against absence. He cast the net, She held the sword. II But the lightning remains Above the world As at a ford, searching From stone to stone. Was beauty But a dream, The face with closed eyes Of light? No, since it has a reflection In us, and it is the flame Which bathes naked in the water of dead wood. It is the exalted body By a mirror Like a fire suddenly catches, In a circle of stones. And the word joy has meaning Despite death Where the wind digs These bright embers. III Sufficiency of days Which go towards dawn Through dazzling flashes In the night sky. The sword, the net Are now only a Hand, which embraces in peace The short neck. The soul is illuminated, Like a swimmer Who throws himself, suddenly, Under the light And his eyes are closed, His body is naked, His mouth wants salt, Not language. [END].

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