Atlantis

Land of ancient suns
with cold secrets shading them.
Maps no more indicate it.
Land of ancient suns,
you don’t know its requiem.
And seas decline to unearth it.

Underwater sleeps
a stone piece with carved-in face
where even seaweed stands still.
And lovers are so
far apart in that deep place,
distanced by waters chill.

Just sea through the gates of time
’s throwing columns of waves on shores.
Sea through the gates of time
throws columns of waves on shores.

The land of lost suns,
through windows peek but fish eyes
and their mouths mutely gape.
The land of lost suns,
through windows peek but fish eyes.
From down there you can’t escape.

Underwater sleeps
a stone as a testament
where even seaweed stands still.
Time has stopped in there
since the disastrous event.
Deep down bits of us live still.

Just sea through the gates of time
’s throwing columns of waves on shores.
Sea through the gates of time
throws columns of waves on shores.

Land of ancient suns
with cold secrets shading them.
Maps no more indicate it.
Land of ancient suns,
you don’t know its requiem.
And seas decline to unearth it.

Underwater sleeps
a stone piece with carved-in face
where even seaweed stands still.
And lovers are so
far apart in that deep place,
distanced by waters chill.

Just sea through the gates of time
’s throwing columns of waves on shores.
Sea through the gates of time
throws columns of waves on shores.

It doesn’t tell us, though, more
where the dead men keep living.
It doesn’t tell us, though, more
what towns in it keep hiding.
It doesn’t tell us, though, more
what the towns there keep hiding.

A series of covers of Slovak songs.
Original: Miro Žbirka - Atlantída