Enya has put the OST of my life until today; no matter what other music I was listening to. Enya has always been in the background of everything. Waiting in expectation for her moment of temporary uniqueness, and then come back to the background, putting that piped music.
I remember lying on my mother's bed, looking at the ceiling, hearing One by one. I can perfectly recall myself playing Watermark each time I would feel blue. Flora's Secret each time I would fall in love. The first of autumn with hiperactivity. Boadicea with mistycism.
She has been a very important part of my life, I know I won't ever be able to tell her how much I owe her.
But I also know she will always be on the background...
Who can tell me if we have heaven,
who can say the way it should be;
Moonlight holly, the Sappho Comet,
Angel's tears below a tree.
You talk of the break of morning
as you view the new aurora,
Cloud in crimson, the key of heaven,
one love carved in acajou.
One told me of China Roses,
One a Thousand nights and one night,
Earth's last picture, the end of evening:
hue of indigo and blue.
A new moon leads me to
woods of dreams and I follow.
A new world waits for me;
my dream, my way.
I know that if I have heaven
there is nothing to desire.
Rain and river, a world of wonder
may be paradise to me.
I see the sun.
I see the stars.
who can say the way it should be;
Moonlight holly, the Sappho Comet,
Angel's tears below a tree.
You talk of the break of morning
as you view the new aurora,
Cloud in crimson, the key of heaven,
one love carved in acajou.
One told me of China Roses,
One a Thousand nights and one night,
Earth's last picture, the end of evening:
hue of indigo and blue.
A new moon leads me to
woods of dreams and I follow.
A new world waits for me;
my dream, my way.
I know that if I have heaven
there is nothing to desire.
Rain and river, a world of wonder
may be paradise to me.
I see the sun.
I see the stars.
♪: china roses - enya.
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