Lirik Lagu The Lost Christmas Eve - Trans-Siberian Orchestra
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(NARRATION)
Another year has come and pastlike moments through an hourglassand at the end of this year’s trailan offering, a final tale
of love, long lostand then refoundand the child by whichthose dreams were bound
of a dusty hotelthat was long past oldand the shadows and the memoriesits hallways still hold
for things that are oldhave the best tales to telland usually,they tell them well
and so it’s here, my dear childrenthat our story truly startswhen the lord sent once more to the earthan angel, with a childlike heart
and on this night his mission wasto find somewhere on this earththat human that best reflected his sonand carried on his work
and since this mission from his lordhad to be completed on this one nightthe angel quickly unfolded his wingsand towards the earth took flight
and this night, in case you have not guessedwas once more christmas evewhen snow and light and angels’ flightsall together weave
but of the angel’s instructionsthere was one thing morethat would make this journey to the earthharder than all the ones before
for the lord had also told the angelthat he could only use his wings twice this christmas eveonce when he descended to the earthand once more when he would leave(not unlike ourselves some think,or at least so i believe)
now this put quite a complicationin what the angel plannedfor now he had to choose most carefullyexactly where he would land
he needed to find a single placethat would represent all mankindbut humans were such a varied lotsuch a place would surely be hard to find
a single place where there would behumans of every race and creedthe rich and poor, the thrilled and boredthe failures with those who succeed
but after a few momentscarefully placed in thoughtthe answer appeared in the angel’s mindthe city called new york
and as he neared that citywhere all those souls did dwellhe felt himself being drawn towardsan old, rundown hotel
for in a city that usually hadguards at nearly every single doorthis one just had a sign that said “vacancies,there is always room for one more”
now why the angel decided to stop therehe could not quite say the reasonbut he thought the sign upon that hotelsomehow fit the sentiment of this season
now even after all these yearsthe building was still a work of artand though some façade had crumbled here and theremost still had their parts
the walls were made of granitenot aluminum or steeland every pillar and ballistradestill had its artist’s feel
every gutter had a gargoyleevery gargoyle had its wingsfor angels can appreciateother flying things
so he landed on a cathedral roofacross the street from that hoteland looked down upon the world belowwhere all those souls did dwell
and sitting on that rooftopwith his friend the winter windhe gazed carefully at that scene belowas he slowly took it in
THE LOST CHRISTMAS EVE
On a street in the nightin the cold winter’s lighta child stands alone and she’s waiting
and the light that’s out thereit just hangs in the airas if it was just hesitating
and the snow it comes downand it muffles the soundof dreams on their way to tomorrow
and when they appearthis night will hold them nearfor where they will leadshe will follow
for here in this city of lightsthis evening awakensthe dreams that it mightthe winter it conjuresthe spells it will weavethe snow gently covers the groundchristmas eve
in this sceneon this nightthere’s an ancient hotelwhere shadows they do tend to wander
and the ghosts that live herehold each moment so dearfor time’s not a thing one should squander
and they recount their sandas it runs through their handand examine each moment for meaning
it can be wished upontill the moment it’s gonelike day disappears into evening
for here in this city of lightsthis evening awakensthe dreams that it mightthe winter it conjuresthe moment is seizedthe snow gently covers the groundchristmas eve
merry christmasmerry christmasmerry christmasmerry christmas
christmaschristmaschristmaschristmas
through this nightthe dream still wandersas it was meant to beand every year this night grows fonder
of children and circumstancecaught in this childhood danceas the world turns aroundkeeping dreams on the ground
windows of frosted iceprisming candlelightand somehow westart to believe
in the night and the dreamas it cuts through the noisewith the whisper of snowas it starts to deploy
in the depths of a nightthat’s about to beginwith the feeling of snowas it melts on your skin
and it covers the landwith a dream so intensethat it returns us allto a child’s innocence
and then what you’d thought lostand could never retrieveis suddenly there to be foundon christmas eveon christmas eveon christmas…
Another year has come and pastlike moments through an hourglassand at the end of this year’s trailan offering, a final tale
of love, long lostand then refoundand the child by whichthose dreams were bound
of a dusty hotelthat was long past oldand the shadows and the memoriesits hallways still hold
for things that are oldhave the best tales to telland usually,they tell them well
and so it’s here, my dear childrenthat our story truly startswhen the lord sent once more to the earthan angel, with a childlike heart
and on this night his mission wasto find somewhere on this earththat human that best reflected his sonand carried on his work
and since this mission from his lordhad to be completed on this one nightthe angel quickly unfolded his wingsand towards the earth took flight
and this night, in case you have not guessedwas once more christmas evewhen snow and light and angels’ flightsall together weave
but of the angel’s instructionsthere was one thing morethat would make this journey to the earthharder than all the ones before
for the lord had also told the angelthat he could only use his wings twice this christmas eveonce when he descended to the earthand once more when he would leave(not unlike ourselves some think,or at least so i believe)
now this put quite a complicationin what the angel plannedfor now he had to choose most carefullyexactly where he would land
he needed to find a single placethat would represent all mankindbut humans were such a varied lotsuch a place would surely be hard to find
a single place where there would behumans of every race and creedthe rich and poor, the thrilled and boredthe failures with those who succeed
but after a few momentscarefully placed in thoughtthe answer appeared in the angel’s mindthe city called new york
and as he neared that citywhere all those souls did dwellhe felt himself being drawn towardsan old, rundown hotel
for in a city that usually hadguards at nearly every single doorthis one just had a sign that said “vacancies,there is always room for one more”
now why the angel decided to stop therehe could not quite say the reasonbut he thought the sign upon that hotelsomehow fit the sentiment of this season
now even after all these yearsthe building was still a work of artand though some façade had crumbled here and theremost still had their parts
the walls were made of granitenot aluminum or steeland every pillar and ballistradestill had its artist’s feel
every gutter had a gargoyleevery gargoyle had its wingsfor angels can appreciateother flying things
so he landed on a cathedral roofacross the street from that hoteland looked down upon the world belowwhere all those souls did dwell
and sitting on that rooftopwith his friend the winter windhe gazed carefully at that scene belowas he slowly took it in
THE LOST CHRISTMAS EVE
On a street in the nightin the cold winter’s lighta child stands alone and she’s waiting
and the light that’s out thereit just hangs in the airas if it was just hesitating
and the snow it comes downand it muffles the soundof dreams on their way to tomorrow
and when they appearthis night will hold them nearfor where they will leadshe will follow
for here in this city of lightsthis evening awakensthe dreams that it mightthe winter it conjuresthe spells it will weavethe snow gently covers the groundchristmas eve
in this sceneon this nightthere’s an ancient hotelwhere shadows they do tend to wander
and the ghosts that live herehold each moment so dearfor time’s not a thing one should squander
and they recount their sandas it runs through their handand examine each moment for meaning
it can be wished upontill the moment it’s gonelike day disappears into evening
for here in this city of lightsthis evening awakensthe dreams that it mightthe winter it conjuresthe moment is seizedthe snow gently covers the groundchristmas eve
merry christmasmerry christmasmerry christmasmerry christmas
christmaschristmaschristmaschristmas
through this nightthe dream still wandersas it was meant to beand every year this night grows fonder
of children and circumstancecaught in this childhood danceas the world turns aroundkeeping dreams on the ground
windows of frosted iceprisming candlelightand somehow westart to believe
in the night and the dreamas it cuts through the noisewith the whisper of snowas it starts to deploy
in the depths of a nightthat’s about to beginwith the feeling of snowas it melts on your skin
and it covers the landwith a dream so intensethat it returns us allto a child’s innocence
and then what you’d thought lostand could never retrieveis suddenly there to be foundon christmas eveon christmas eveon christmas…
